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Bntered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1854, 

BY   CAKLTON   &  PHILLIPS, 

i„   the   Clerk's   Office  of  the  District   Court  of  the 

Southern  District  of  New-Tork. 


JUN  23 1921 


Great  care  has  been  taken  in  the  com- 
pilation of  this  Hymn-Book.  The  object 
has  been  to  make  it  as  perfect  as  the  pres- 
ent state  of  Sunday-school  hymnology  will 
admit.  It  has  been  chiefly  compiled  from 
a  very  large  collection  of  the  best  Sunday- 
school  hymn-books,  published  both  in  this 
country  and  Great  Britain.  Some  original 
hymns  have  been  inserted.  Credits  of 
authorship  have  been  given  in  the  index, 
in  all  cases  where  it  could  be  ascertained 
with  certainty  to  w^hom  they  were  due. 

The  arrangement  is  strictly  practical, 
and  will  enable  superintendents  and  others 
to  find  hymns  suited  to  almost  any  occa- 
sion, with  the  least  possible  delay. 


4  PREFACE. 

For  the  information  of  all  concerned  it 
should  be  stated,  that  this  book  contains 
all  the  Sunday-school  hymns  now  to  be 
found  in  our  standard  Church  Ilymn-Book 
and  Supplement ;  also  a  selection  of  more 
than  one  hundred  of  the  best  standard  de- 
votional hymns,  reprinted  from  the  Church 
Hymn-Book.  Beyond  this,  the  hymns  are 
from  other  and  numerous  sources. 

The  collection,  as  a  whole,  ^\'ill  be  found 
to  provide  amply  for  all  proper  Sunday- 
school  purposes,  even  in  the  larg-est  schools, 
and  it  is  published  in  the  confident  hope  of 
its  being  widely  useful. 

New- York,  Avgusi^  1 854. 


arrangi;ment  of  topics. 


Pack 

Opening 7 

The  Lobd's  Day. 34 

Tee  Sunday  School. 47 

Infant  Classes  and  Young  Children 71 

(Invitations  and  "Warnings . .  105 

Motives  to 114 

Blessings  of 122 

Pkivileges  and  Duties  of  the  Young 129 

Youth 146 

Prayer  and  Praise 153 

The  Sinner. 164 

Tho  Penitent 171 

The  Saviour 188 

The  Convert 191 

Christian  Experience . .  193 

Family  "Worship 200 

[^  Private  and  Social  "Worship.  203 


Foe  Prayer  Meet- 
ings, Private,  So- 
cial, and  Public 
"Worship. 


Tee  Bible... 

Missions , 285 

ANNIVEEfiAKIES 246 

Dedications 271 

Temperance 274 

Thanksgiving 276 

Christmas 277 

New- Year 280 

Miscellaneous 282 

Death  and  Funerals 285 

The  Future  "World 295 

Closing.  305 


Special  Occasions. 


0 


HYMNS. 


OPENING. 


C.  M. 

In/vitaUon  t$  praise  th^  Redeemer. 

FOR  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  prairse 
id  I 


The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

2  My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, — 
To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad. 

The  honors  of  thy  name. 

Z  Jesus  ! — the  name  that  charms  our  fears. 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'T  is  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 

'T  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace, 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancell'd  sin, 
He  sets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 

His  blood  ca!|ptiake  the  foulest  clean ; 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

5  He  speaks,  and,  list'ning  to  his  voice, 
New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 

The  mournful  broken  hearts  rejoice  ; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

2  CM. 

TJianksgimng. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  let  our  songs 
With  thee  acceptance  find  ; 
Thy  loving-kindness  we  confess. 
To  us  and  all  mankind. 

2  Thanks  for  creation  are  thy  due. 
For  life  preserved  by  thee  ; 

And  all  the  blessings  life  aflfords, 
So  great,  and  yet  so  free. 

3  Thanks  for  redemption  above  all. 
To  us  in  Jesus  given  ; 

Thanks  for  the  means  of  grace  on  earth. 
And  for  the  hope  of  heaven. 

4  O  let  a  sense  of  this  thy  grace 
Our  best  affections  move, 

That  while  our  lips  thy  praise  proclaim. 
Our  hearts  may  feel  thy  love ! 

3  L.M. 

Prayer  for  Help  and  Gmdance. 

OUR  Father,  bless  the  youthful  band 
That  humbly  bow  before  thee  here ; 
Uphold  us  by  thy  mighty  hand. 
And  keep  us  in  thy  faith  and  fear. 

2  O  fill  our  minds  with  thoughts  of  thee, 
Help  us  to  walk  as  in  thy  sight ; 

Grant  us  thy  grace  from  sin  to  flee. 
And  in  the  ways  of  truth  delight. 

3  And  O  !  when  life's  short  day  is  done, — 
Its  cares,  its  pains,  its  labours  o'er, — 

Grant,  through  the  merj^  of  thy  Son, 
That  we  may  meet  to  part  no  more  ^ 

4  In  that  blest  home,  that  better  land, 
To  which  our  longing  eyes  we  raise, 

A  happy,  ransom'd,  glorious  band, 
Together  may  we  sing  thy  praise. 


OPENING.  V 

4  L.  M. 

Tribute  of  Praise  to  the  Saviour. 

JESUS,  thou  everlasting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring  ; 
Accept  thy  well-deserved  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be 
Like  our  espousals.  Lord,  to  thee  : 
Like  the  blest  hour,  when  from  above 
We  first  received  the  pledge  of  love. 

3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day, 
O  may  it  ever,  ever  stay  : 

Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold. 
Nor  hope  decline,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

4  Let  every  moment,  as  it  flies. 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  raised  to  sing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

5  CM. 

GocCs  care  of  Cldldren. 

WE  bless  the  Lord,  our  God  and  King, 
The  gracious  and  the  good, 
Who  gives  to  every  living  thing 
Its  needful  daily  food. 

2  God  sets  the  glorious  sun  in  heaven, 
By  day  to  give  us  light ; 

And  draws  the  starry  shades  of  even 
Around  us  every  night. 

3  His  ear  is  open  to  our  prayer. 
His  mercy  never  fails  ; 

And  we  may  sing  his  tender  care, 
For  still  his  love  prevails. 

4  In  him  may  youthful  hearts  rejoice. 
And  halleluiah  sing ; 

While  men  of  might  lift  up  their  voice 
To  bless  our  God  and  King. 


10  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

6  CM. 

Invitation  to  worship. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne  : 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 
To  be  exalted  thus  : 

Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 
For  he  was  slain  for  us. 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  power  divine  ; 

And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give. 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one. 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 

Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne. 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

7  L.  M. 

The  Creation  invited  to  praise  God. 

FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies. 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

3  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring ; 
In  songs  of  praise  divinely  sing ; 

The  great  Salvation  loud  proclaim. 
And  shout  for  joy  the  Saviour's  name. 

4  In  every  land  begin  the  song ; 
To  every  land  the  strains  belong  : 
In  cheerful  sounds  all  voices  raise, 
And  fill  the  world  with  loudest  praise. 


OPENING.  11 

8  CM. 

Sunday-School  Privileges. 

THOU  art  our  Shepherd,  gracious  God  : 
Thy  little  flock  behold  ; 
And  guide  us  by  thy  staff  and  rod, 
The  children  of  thy  fold. 

2  We  praise  thy  name  that  we  are  brought 
To  this  delightful  place  ; 

Where  we  are  watch'd,  and  warn'd,  and  taught, 
The  children  of  thy  grace. 

3  O  may  our  friends  who  meet  us  here, 
Meet  us  at  last  above, 

And  they  and  we  in  heaven  appear, 
The  children  of  thy  love. 

()  8th  P.  M.  87,  87,  47. 

Suffer  Little  Children  to  come  unto  Afr, 

SAVIOUR,  at  thy  footstool  bending, 
We  a  youthful  band  appear  ; 
May  our  grateful  songs  ascending 
Reach  and  please  thy  gracious  ear  : 

Thus  to  praise  thee 
Make  and  keep  our  hearts  sincere. 

2  No  harsh  words  of  indignation 
Drive  this  little  flock  from  thee  ; 

Gentle  is  thine  invitation  : 
*'  Suffer  them  to  come  to  me." 

Dearest  Saviour, 
Let  us  each  thy  kingdom  see 

3  Take  us,  then,  thou  kind  Protector 
Keep  us  by  thy  watchful  care  ; 

Be  our  Shepherd,  Friend,  Director ; 
In  thine  arms  of  mercy  bear. 

Guide  to  glory : 
We  shall  dwell  in  safety  there. 


12  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

\Q  P.  M.  77,  77,  47. 

TTiou  art  worthy. 

GRATEFUL  praise  to  thee  we  bring, 
God  our  Saviour  and  our  King ; 
While  our  feeble  songs  we  raise, 
Hear  us  from  thy  dwelling-place. 

Thou  art  worthy, 
God  of  glory,  God  of  grace. 

2  Thou  hast  made  us  by  thy  power, 
Thou  hast  kept  us  to  this  hour ; 
Guardian  of  our  helpless  days. 
Hear,  O  hear,  our  humble  lays. 

Thou  art  worthy, 
God  of  glory,  God  of  grace. 

3  For  thy  life  of  righteousness, 
For  thy  death  of  shame,  we  bless  ; 
For  thy  sanctifying  grace. 

We  our  loud  hosannas  raise. 

Thou  art  worthy, 
God  of  glory,  God  of  grace. 

4  Though  but  creatures  of  a  day, 
Soon  like  flowers  to  pass  away, 
Thou  canst  raise  us  by  thy  power, 
Up  where  seraphim  adore. 

Thou  art  worthy, 
God  of  glory,  God  of  grace. 

11  S.M 

The  Gate  of  Heat  en. 

WITHIN  these  walls  be  peace, 
Love  through  our  borders  found, 
In  all  our  youthful  palaces 
Prosperity  abound. 

2  God  scorns  not  humble  things ; 

Here,  though  the  proud  despise. 
The  children  of  the  King  of  kings 

Are  training  for  the  skies. 


OPENING.  13 

12  CJM. 

Cliildren's  Morning  Hymn. 

AGAIN,  O  Lord,  we  rise  to  see 
The  glories  of  the  day  ! 
Let  our  first  thoughts  ascend  to  thee, 
And  teach  our  hearts  to  pray. 

2  We  laid  us  down,  and  slept  in  peace, 
For  thou  wert  near  us  still ; 

Let  us  this  day  our  Saviour  please, 
And  do  his  holy  will. 

3  Beneath  thine  eye  we  still  are  found, 
The  same  by  night  or  day  ; 

O  let  thy  goodness  guard  us  round. 
And  guide  us  in  thy  way. 

4  Assist  us.  Lord,  this  day  to  live 
Obedient  to  thy  word  ; 

Nor  let  us  thy  good  Spirit  grieve, 
Nor  sin  against  the  Lord. 

5  Let  us,  with  every  day  we  live, 
Be  better  fit  for  heaven ; 

Thy  grace  improve  as  we  receive, 
And  live  and  die  forgiven. 

13  5th  P.  M.  4  Zme5  7s, 
Confession  of  God's  3Tereie.s. 

CHILDREN,  join  your  God  to  bless, 
Gratefully  his  care  confess  ; 
Of  his  bounties  you  have  shared, 
He  your  lives  has  kindly  spared. 

2  Spared,  again  in  school  to  meet ; 
Spared,  to  bow  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
Spared,  to  see  this  holy  day : 
With  your  teachers  sing  and  pray. 

3  Now  you  meet  to  read  the  word, 
Word  of  Christ  your  King  and  Lord ; 
Lord,  who  died  that  you  might  live — ■ 
Then  to  him  your  service  give. 


14  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

2  4  7th  P.  M.  8  lines  7s. 

77ie  Sliepherd  and  TiU  Flock. 

JESUS,  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
Hither  with  thy  flock  we  come  ; 
All  our  souls  in  mercy  keep, 

Never  from  thy  side  to  roam. 
Take  the  lambs  within  thine  arms, 

Gently  to  thy  bosom  press'd  ; 

From  all  sin  and  mortal  harms. 

In  thy  free  salvation  bless'd. 

2  Where  the  gentlest  waters  flow, 
Thither,  Lord,  each  wand'rer  lead  ; 

Where  the  greenest  pastures  grow, 

There  securely  let  us  feed. 
Close  beside  the  shelt'ring  rock. 

When  the  desert  wind  is  high, 
Gather  all  our  little  flock 

Till  the  tempest  shall  pass  by. 

3  Vain  each  under-shepherd's  care, 
Unless  thou  thy  blessing  give  : 

Hear,  O  Lord,  our  humble  prayer; 

Let  us  in  thy  favor  live. 
And  when  death's  dark  shadows  fail, 

And  the  day  of  life  shall  close. 
May  each  lamb,  each  shepherd,  all 

In  thy  heavenly  fold  repose. 

15  L.M. 

The  Lord's  Blessing  implored. 

THY  name.  Almighty  Lord,  we  praise. 
Whose  varied  goodness  crowns  our  da3'st 
O  let  thy  Spirit's  gracious  power 
Descend,  and  consecrate  this  hour. 

2  Give  us  to  feel  that  thou  art  here  ; 
And  may  we  worship  in  thy  fear  : 
Our  secret  thoughts  before  thee  lie. 
And  naught  we  do  escapes  thine  eye. 


OPENING.  15 

3  Now  let  thy  blessing  rest,  O  Lord, 
Upon  instruction  from  thy  word ; 
And  may  we  all  rejoice  to  meet, 
And  sit  and  learn  at  Jesus'  feet. 

16  L.M. 

Assembling  in  School. 

NOW  we  are  met  to  read  and  pray, 
And  hear  what  our  kind  teachers  say  ; 
Let  every  child  attentive  be 
To  Him  who  every  child  can  see. 

2  He  dwells  in  heaven ;  but  he  is  here : 
He  lives  on  high  ;  but  he  is  near  : 

He  knows  our  thoughts  and  wishes  too, 
And  knows  what  we  're  about  to  do. 

3  The  careless  soul,  the  roving  mind, 
Will  not  divine  instruction  find  ; 
The  serious  and  the  thoughtful  youth 
Will  learn  the  ways  of  God  and  truth. 

4  Then  let  us  all  be  wise  and  learn 
How  from  the  ways  of  sin  to  turn  ; 
How  we  may  fear  and  love  the  Lord, 
And  understand  his  holy  word. 

17  L.M. 

Supplication. 

ASSEMBLED  in  our  school  once  more, 
O  Lord,  thy  blessing  we  implore  ; 
We  meet  to  read,  and  sing,  and  pray  ; 
Be  with  us  then  through  this  thy  day. 

2  Our  fervent  prayer  to  thee  ascends. 
For  parents,  teachers,  foes,  and  friends  ; 
And  when  we  in  thy  house  appear, 
Help  us  to  worship  in  thy  fear. 

3  When  we  on  earth  shall  meet  no  more, 
May  we  above  to  glory  soar ; 

And  praise  thee  in  more  lofty  strains, 
Where  one  eternal  Sabbath  reigns. 


16  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

18  C.M. 

Sunday-School  Morning  Worship. 

NOW  condescend,  Almighty  King, 
To  bless  this  youthful  throng  ; 
And  kindly  listen,  while  we  sing 
Our  grateful  morning  song. 

2  We  come  to  own  the  Power  Divine, 
That  watches  o'er  our  days  ; 

For  this  our  cheerful  voices  join. 
In  hymns  of  grateful  praise. 

3  We  come  to  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  ask  thy  tender  care  ; 

Before  thy  throne,  Almighty  Lord, 
We  bend  in  humble  prayer. 

4  May  we  in  safety  p?iss  this  day, 
From  sin  and  danger  free  ; 

And  ever  tread  the  narrow  way 
Which  leads  to  heaven  and  thee. 

19  S.M. 
Morning  Hymn. 

THIS  morning,  Lord,  attend, 
While  we  are  bow'd  in  prayer ; 
And  from  thy  glorious  throne  descend. 
And  in  our  midst  appear. 

2  Make  this  thy  dwelling-place, 
While  we  assembled  stay ; 

Inspire  each  youthful  soul  with  grace. 
And  wash  our  sins  away, 

3  O  let  this  morning  be 
Devoted  to  thy  ways  ; 

And  consecrate  our  school  to  thee, 
And  fill  each  heart  with  praise. 

4  To  child  and  teacher.  Lord, 
Be  thy  best  favors  given  ; 

And  may  we  all,  with  one  accord. 
Make  sure  our  way  to  heaven. 


OPENING. 

2  Q  5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s. 

Children  inmited  to  Christ. 

CHILDREN  !  listen  to  the  Lord, 
And  obey  his  gracious  word  ; 
Seek  his  face  with  heart  and  mind  ; 
Early  seek,  and  you  shall  find. 

2  Sorrowful  your  sins  confess  ; 
Plead  his  saving  righteousness  ; 
See  the  Saviour's  bleeding  side  ; — 
Come  !  you  will  not  be  denied. 

3  For  his  worship  now  prepare  ; 
Kneel  to  him  in  fervent  prayer ; 
Serve  him  with  a  perfect  heart ; 
Never  from  his  ways  depart. 

21  L.M. 

Prayer  for  Divine  Guidance. 

LET  childi'en  to*  their  God  draw  near 
With  rev'rence  and  with  holy  fear ; 
Let  every  knee  before  him  bend. 
Our  Maker,  Saviour,  Guide,  and  Friend. 

2  Lord,  may  thy  mercies  great  and  free 
Fill  us  with  gratitude  to  thee  ; 

And  still,  as  through  the  world  we  go. 
More  of  these  mercies  may  we  know. 

3  Far  from  our  hearts,  O  Lord,  remove 
The  evil  thoughts  that  sinners  love  ; 
And  give  us  wisdom,  day  by  day. 

To  choose  the  strait  and  narrow  way. 

4  In  times  of  sickness,  times  of  health, 
In  times  of  poverty  or  wealth, 

And  in  our  last  and  dying  hour, 
Save  us  by  thine  almighty  power. 

5  Then  may  we  join  the  happy  band 
That  in  thy  heavenly  temple  stand. 
And  as  thy  goodness  we  adore, 
Sing  glory,  glory,  evermore. 


18  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

22  <^-^^- 

Ou7'  FatJier  ichich  art  in  Heaven. 

TO  God,  who  reigns  above  the  sky, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend, 
To  him  let  all  our  vows  be  paid, 
And  all  our  prayers  ascend. 

2  'Tis  he  who  claims  our  youthful  hearts^ 
He  loves  to  hear  us  pray ; 

By  night  we  '11  think  upon  his  love, 
And  praise  him  day  by  day. 

3  When  we  offend  against  our  God, 
We  '11  ask  his  pard'ning  love  : 

'T  was  for  our  sins  the  Saviour  died  ; 
He  pleads  for  us  above. 

4  With  all  the  love  a  father  feels. 
He  pities  and  forgives  ; 

And  though  our  earthly  parents  die, 
Our  heavenly  Father  lives. 

23  c.M. 

For  a  Messing  on  our  Worship. 

IN  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come, 
To  worship  at  thy  feet ; 
O,  pour  thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet. 

2  We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 
To  hear  the  Saviour's  voice  : 

Thy  face  and  favor,  Lord,  we  seek ; 
Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3  Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear, 
And  understand  thy  word  ; 

To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near. 
And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

4  Let  sinners  now  thy  goodness  prove, 
And  saints  rejoice  in  thee  ; 

Let  rebels  be  subdued  by  love, 
And  to  the  Saviour  flee. 


OPENING.  19 

24  L.  M. 

Grateful  Adoration. 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, — 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy, 

2  His  sov'reign  power,  without  our  aid. 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men; 

And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  '11  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues. 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command ; 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand. 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

25  C.  M. 

Prayer  for  Light. 

LIGHT  of  the  world  !  shine  on  our  souls, 
Thy  grace  to  us  afford  ; 
And,  while  we  meet  to  learn  thy  truth, 
Be  thou  our  teacher.  Lord. 

2  As  once  thou  didst  thy  word  expound 
To  those  that  walk'd  with  thee, 

So  teach  us,  Lord,  to  understand. 
And  all  its  fullness  see. 

3  Its  richness,  sweetness,  power,  and  depth, 
Its  holiness  discern ; 

Its  joyful  news  of  saving  grace, 
By  blest  experience  learn. 

4  Thus  may  thy  word  be  dearer  still, 
And  studied  more  each  day, 

And,  as  it  richly  dwells  within, 
Thyself  in  it  display  ! 


20  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

2  5  6th  P.  M.  6  lines  7s 

SahhatJi  Morning. 

SAFELY  through  another  week,         ^ 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day : 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 
Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 

Show  thy  reconciled  face  ; 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  : 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free. 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

3  As  wp  meet,  thy  name  to  praise, 
Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near ; 

May  thy  gicr'  meet  our  eyes 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear : 
There  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound  ; 

Bring  relief  from  all  complaints  : 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove. 
Till  we  join  the  Church  above. 

2  7  5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s. 

Prayer  for  Grace. 

JESUS  Christ,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
In  thy  name  we  meet  to-day, — 
Meet  to  read  thy  gracious  word  ; 
Meet  to  hear  of' Christ  the  Lord. 
2  From  this  hour  may  we,  anew, 
Seek  thy  holy  will  to  do,— 
Give  to  thee  each  youthful  heart. 
And  from  thee  no  more  depart  I 


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28  L.M. 

Father,  Tiear  us. 

ONCE  more  assembled  on  thy  day, 
O  Father,  hear  us  when  we  pray, 
And  teach  us  thankfully  to  own 
The  love  that  draws  us  near  thy  throne. 

2  Lord,  let  thy  grace  our  souls  inspire 
With  holy  love  and  heavenly  fire  ;  '' 
And  let  our  songs  of  praise  arise 

In  grateful  incense  to  the  skies. 

3  O  may  our  faith  on  wings  of  love 
Soar  upward  to  the  realms  above  ; 
And  grant  us  fervency  in  prayer, 
That  we  thy  richest  grace  may  share. 

29  6th  P.  M.  6  Zincs  7s. 
Divine  Teaching  sought. 

HOLY  Lord,  our  hearts  prepare 
For  the  solemn  work  of  prayer; 
Grant  that  while  we  bend  the  knee, 
All  our  thoughts  may  turn  to  thee  ; 
Let  thy  presence  here  be  found, 
Breathing  peace  and  joy  around. 

2  While  we  come  around  thy  throne, 
Make  thy  power  and  glory  known  ; 
As  thy  children  may  we  call 

On  our  Father,  Lord  of  all ; 
And  with  holy  love  and  fear 
At  thy  footstool  now  appear. 

3  Teach  us,  while  we  breathe  our  woes, 
On  thy  promise  to  repose  ; 

All  thy  tender  love  to  trace 
In  the  Saviour's  work  of  grace  ; 
Let  us  all  in  faith  depend 
On  a  gracious  God  and  Friend 


22  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

30  C.M. 

0  come,  let  ns  worship. 

COME,  let  us  join  the  hosts  above, 
Now  in  our  youthful  days  ; 
Remember  our  Creator's  love, 
And  lisp  our  Father's  praise. 

2  His  majesty  w^ill  not  despise 
The  day  of  feeble  things  : 

Grateful  the  songs  of  children  rise, 
And  please  the  King  of  kings. 

3  He  loves  to  be  remember'd  thus, 
And  honor'd  for  his  grace  ; 

Out  of  the  mouths  of  babes  like  us, 
His  wisdom  perfects  praise. 

4  Glory  to  God,  and  praise,  and  power, 
Honor  and  thanks  be  given  ! 

Children  and  cherubim  adore 
The  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 

32  9th  P.  M.  87,  87. 

Object  and  End  of  Sunday  Schools. 

ON  this  holy  Sabbath  morning 
We  again  together  meet, 
To  unite  our  hearts  and  voices, 
And  approach  the  mercy-seat. 

2  Lord,  may  we  possess  a  spirit 
In  accordance  with  thy  word  ; 

Feeling,  praying,  acting,  giving. 
That  thy  name  be  spread  abroad. 

3  Here  we  come  to  search  the  Scriptures  , 
•  Here  our  oft''rings,  too,  we  bring, 
That  the  wilderness  may  blossom, 

And  the  desert  places  sing ; — 

4  That  the  many  now  in  darkness 
May  arise  to  light  divine  ; 

And  the  gospel  in  its  brightness 
O'er  the  darken'd  earth  may  shine. 


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32  CM. 

G^fts  implored. 

LORD,  we  address  thy  heavenly  throne ; 
Though  children,  call  us  thine ;    • 
O  hear  us  when  we  pray  to  thee, 
And  form  our  hearts  divine  ! 

2  Give  us  an  humble,  active  mind, 
From  sloth  and  folly  free  ; 

Give  us  a  cheerful  heart,  inclined 
To  truth  and  piety. 

3  A  faithful  memory  bestow. 
Our  minds  with  wisdom  store  ; 

And  still,  O  Lord,  as  more  we  know, 
May  we  obey  thee  more. 

33  L.  M. 

Joy  of  Public  Worship. 

GREAT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs ; 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease,  or  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow. 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

5  O  God  our  King,  whose  sov'reign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey. 

And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee. 
Blest  is  the  man  that  trusts  in  thee. 


14  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

34  s.M. 

chiming  the  Promise. 

JESUS,  we  look  to  thee, 
Thy  promised  presence  claim ; 
Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  shalt  be, 
Assembled  in  thy  name  : 

2  Thy  name  salvation  is, 
Which  here  we  come  to  prove  : 

Thy  name  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 
And  everlasting  love. 

3  Not  in  the  name  of  pride 
Or  selfishness  we  meet ; 

From  nature's  paths  we  turn  aside, 
And  worldly  thoughts  forget. 

4  We  meet  the  grace  to  take, 
Which  thou  hast  freely  given  ; 

We  meet  on  earth  for  thy  dear  sake, 
That  v/e  may  meet  in  heaven. 

35  c.M. 

GocTs  Goodness. 

COME,  let  us  join,  our  Lord  to  praise 
Whose  mercy  knows  no  end  ; 
To  him  our  cheerful  voices  raise, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend, 

2  In  tender  infancy,  his  care 
Preserved  our  lives  from  harm  ; 

And  now  he  keeps  us  from  the  snare 
Of  sin's  deceitful  charm. 

3  He  gives  us  friends,  who  seek  our  good. 
And  strive  to  make  us  wise  ; 

His  bounteous  hand  provides  our  food, 
And  all  our  wants  supplies. 

4  With  grateful  praise  we  will  proclaim 
The  mercies  of  our  God  ; 

And  sing  the  glory  of  his  name, 
Who  bought  us  with  his  blood. 


OPENING.  25 

36  ^M- 

Solemn  Re'Dererice. 

ETERNAL  Power,  whose  high  abode 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God  : 
Infinite  lengths,  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds : 

2  Thee  while  the  first  archangel  sings, 
He  hides  his  face  behind  his  wings  : 
And  ranks  of  shining  thiUnes  around 
Fall  worshiping,  and  spread  the  ground. 

3  Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too ; 
From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
The  Great,  the  Holy,  and  the  High. 

4  Earth,  from  afar,  hath  heard  thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learn'd  to  lisp  thy  name  ; 
But  O  !  the  glories  of  thy  mind 

Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 

5  God  is  in  heaven,  and  men  below  : 
Be  short  our  tunes  ;  our  words  be  few  : 
A  solemn  rev'rence  checks  our  songs, 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 

37  CM. 

The  Promised  Blessing. 

SEE,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see  ; 
The  promised  blessing  give  ; 
Met  in  thy  name,  we  look  to  thee. 
Expecting  to  receive. 

2  Thee  we  expect,  our  faithful  Lord, 
Who  in  thy  name  are  join'd  ; 

We  wait,  according  to  thy  word, 
Thee  in  the  midst  to  find. 

3  With  us  thou  art  assembled  here, 
But  O,  thyself  reveal ; 

Son  of  the  living  God,  appear  ! 
Let  us  thy  presence  feel. 


26  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

38  5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s. 
(rOcZ's  Glorious  Perfections  celebrated. 

GLORY  be  to  God  on  high, 
God,  whose  glory  tills  the  sky ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiven, 
Man,  the  well-beloved  of  Heaven. 

2  Sov'reign  Father,  heavenly  King, 
Thee  we  now  presume  to  sing  ; 
Glad  thine  alilibutes  confess, 
Glorious  all,  and  numberless. 

3  Hail,  by  all  thy  works  adored ! 
Hail,  the  everlasting  Lord  ! 

Thee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove, 
God  of  power,  and  God  of  love. 

4  Christ  our  Lord  and  God  we  own, 
Christ  the  Father's  only  Son ; 
Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain, 
Saviour  of  offending  man. 

5  Jesus,  in  thy  name  we  pray, 
Take,  O  take  our  sins  away ; 
Bow  thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow. 
Hear,  the  world's  Atonement,  thou  ! 

6  Hear,  for  thou,  O  Christ,  alone, 
Art  with  thy  great  Father  one  ; 
One  the  Holy  Ghost  with  thee ; 
One  supreme  eternal  Three. 

39  L.  M. 

Iforning  in  Sunday  ScJiool. 

ETERNAL  God,  incline  thine  ear, 
Accept  the  tribute  we  would  pay, 
As  once  again  assembled  here, 

We  hail,  with  joy,  this  sacred  day. 
2  Come  with  us  to  thy  temple,  Lord ; 

Here  let  devotion  fill  each  heart ; 
And  may  thine  ever-blessed  word 
Eternal  life  to  all  impart. 


OPENING.  27 

40  CM. 

A  Blessing  on  tTie  Word. 

ONCE  more  we  come  before  our  God  ; 
Once  more  his  blessing  ask  : 
O  may  not  duty  seem  a  load, 
Nor  worship  prove  a  task. 

2  Father,  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  send 
From  heaven,  in  Jesus'  name, 

And  bid  our  waiting  minds  attend, 
And  put  our  souls  in  frame. 

3  May  we  receive  the  word  we  hear, 
Each  in  an  honest  heart ; 

And  keep  the  precious  treasure  there, 
And  never  with  it  part. 

4  To  seek  thee,  all  our  hearts  dispose  ; 
To  each  thy  blessings  suit ; 

And  let  the  seed  thy  servant  sows. 
Produce  abundant  fruit. 

41  CM. 

Children  imploring  a  Blessitig. 

HERE,  Lord,  before  thy  mercy-seat 
In  Christ's  prevailing  name, 
Behold  a  band  of  children  meet, 
A  Father's  love  to  claim. 

2  Our  foolish  hearts,  alas,  are  slow 
To  understand  thy  way  ; 

O  teach  us,  Lord,  thy  will  to  know. 
And  help  us  to  obey. 

3  Kind  are  the  friends  who  bring  us  here 
To  learn  thy  holy  word  ; 

But  vain  is  all  their  toil  and  care, 
Without  thy  blessing.  Lord. 

4  Fulfill  their  hopes ;  thy  grace  display 
In  every  youthful  mind  ; 

And  while  they  guide  us  in  thy  way. 
Let  them  a  blessing  find. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

42  L.  M. 

Worship  hi  iJie  Sunday  ScJiool, 

HOW  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord! 
Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  children  smile, 
According  to  thy  faithful  word. 

2  From  worldly  scenes  we  now  retreat, 
That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee; 

O  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ; 
Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 

3  "  Chief  of  ten  thousands,"  now  appear, 
That  we,  by  faith,  may  view  thy  face  : 

O  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear. 
And  let  thy  presence  fill  the  place  ! 

43  1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s. 
Praise  to  Jesics. 

INVITED  by  a  Saviour's  love, 
We  meet  to  praise  his  sacred  name  ; 
The  Church  below,  the  Church  above 

Unite  his  glory  to  proclaim  ; 
And  youthful  voices  join  to  swell 
The  chorus  to  Immanuel. 

2  Do  any  ask  why  children  sing, 

And  why  approach  thy  heavenly  seat '( 
It  is,  that  we,  O  Lord,  may  bring 

And  lay  our  tribute  at  thy  feet ; 
Since  thou  for  children  too  wast  slain. 
Thou  wilt  not  deem  their  praises  vain. 

3  Lord,  with  thy  love  each  bosom  fill. 
And  bid  each  heart  aspire  to  thee  ; 

Make  us  desire  to  do  thy  will. 

From  sin  and  folly  set  us  free. 
Did  Jesus  die  that  we  might  live  ? 
To  Jesus  then  our  souls  we  give. 


OPENING.  29 

44  s.M. 

Before  Reading  the  Scriptures. 

MY  Saviour  and  my  Lord, 
To  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes ; 
Instruct  me  by  thy  holy  Word, 
And  make  me  truly  wise. 

2  Be  it  my  chief  delight 
To  read  this  volume  o'er ; 

To  seek  its  Author  day  and  night. 
And  love  thee  more  and  more. 

3  May  this  my  thoughts  engage, 
In  each  perplexing  case  ; 

Help  me  to  feed  on  every  page, 
And  grow^  m  every  grace. 

4  O  let  it  cleanse  my  heart. 
And  guide  me  all  my  days ; 

Its  wonders,  Lord,  to  me  impart, 
And  thou  shalt  have  the  praise. 

45  CM. 

Hosarma  to  CJiHst. 

WHEN  Jesus  to  the  temple  came, 
The  voice  of  praise  was  heard ; 
The  very  children  own'd  his  claim, 
And  in  his  train  appear'd. 

2  Hosannas  made  the  temple  ring, 
For  many  tongues  agreed  ; 

"  Hosanna  to  the  heavenly  King, 
To  David's  holy  Seed." 

3  Lord,  let  the  joy  be  now  renew'd, 
Let  children  sing  thy  praise  ; 

For  thou  art  still  as  great  and  good 
As  in  the  former  days. 

4  O,  sanctify  our  youthful  hearts. 
And  this  shall  teach  our  tongues  : 

The  love  and  joy  thy  grace  imparts 
Shall  animate  our  songs. 


30  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

46  CM. 

God's  Service  delightful. 

WITH  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day, 
Which  God  has  call'd  his  own  ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey, 
To  worship  at  his  throne. 

2  Thy  chosen  temple,  Lord,  how  fair  ! 
As  here  thy  servants  throng 

To  breathe  the  humble,  fervent  prayer, 
And  pour  the  grateful  song. 

3  Spirit  of  grace  !  O  deign  to  dwell 
Within  thy  Church  below  ; 

Make  her  in' holiness  excel. 
With  pure  devotion  glow. 

4  Let  peace  within  her  walls  be  found- 
Let  all  her  sons  unite. 

To  spread  with  holy  zeal  around, 
Her  clear  and  shining  light. 

5  Great  God,  we  hail  the  sacred  day, 
Which  thou  hast  call'd  thine  own  ; 

With  joy  the  summons  we  obey, 
To  worship  at  thy  throne. 

47  L.  M. 

Child ren\s:  Worship. 

(^  REAT  God  !  behold,  before  thy  throne 
T  A  band  of  children  lowly  bend  ; 
Thy  face  we  seek,  thy  name  we  own, 
And  pray  that  thou  wilt  be  our  Friend. 

2  Thy  Holy  Spirit's  aid  impart, 
That  he  may  teach  us  how  to  pray  > 

Make  us  sincere,  and  let  each  heart 
Delight  to  tread  in  wisdom's  way. 

3  O  let  thy  grace  our  souls  renew, 
And  seal  a  sense  of  pardon  there  ; 

Teach  us  thy  will  to  know  and  do, 
And  let  us  all  thy  image  bear. 


OPENING.  31 

48  CM. 

T?ie  Tribute  and  Prayer  of  Children. 

ALMIGHTY  Father,  heavenly  King ! 
Who  rul'st  the  world  above  ; 
Accept  the  tribute  children  bring 
Of  gratitude  and  love. 

2  To  thee  each  morning,  when  we  rise, 
Our  early  vows  we  pay  ; 

And  ere  the  night  hath  closed  our  eyes, 
We  thank  thee  for  the  day. 

3  Our  Saviour,  ever  good  and  kind, 
To  us  his  Word  hath  given  ; 

That  children,  such  as  we,  may  find 
The  path  that  leads  to  heaven. 

4  O  Lord,  extend  thy  gracious  hand, 
To  guide  our  erring  youth  ; 

And  lead  us  to  that  blissful  land 
Where  dwells  eternal  truth. 

49  CM. 

Children  seeking  a  Blessing. 

LORD,  no  forbidding  voice  is  hers 
To  keep  us  from  thy  feet ; 
But  Christian  friends  invite  us  near, 
Thy  gracious  call  to  meet. 

2  O  teach  and  help  us  to  improve 
The  means  by  mercy  given, 

To  fill  our  hearts  with  truth  and  love 
And  lead  our  steps  to  heaven. 

3  Though  we  are  feeble,  thou,  O  Lord, 
Wilt  keep  us  with  thy  might ; 

Though  we  are  dark,  thy  heavenly  Word 
Can  fill  the  mind  with  light. 

4  O  look  on  those  whose  kind  concern 
Would  lead  us  to  thy  rest ; 

And  with  a  blessing.  Lord,  return 
Their  gifts  to  ev'ry  breast. 


32  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

5Q  9th  P.  M.  87,  87,  87,  87. 

Jesus  irwiting  Little  Children. 

JESUS  Christ,  our  Lord  and  Saviour, 
Who  hast  bid  us  come  to  thee, 
Now  extend  to  us  thy  favor, 

Little  children  though  we  be  ; 
Low  we  humbly  bend  before  thee, 

All  unworthy  of  thy  love  ; 
Lord  of  life,  and  light,  and  glory, 
Hear  us  from  thy  throne  above. 

2  Thou  who  boldest  high  dominion 
Over  air,  and  earth,  and  sea, 

Yet  didst  bless  the  little  children 
That  of  old  were  brought  to  thee, — 

Lord,  this  day  we  ask  thy  blessing. 
Send  thy  Holy  Spirit  down ; 

May  we  all,  our  sins  confessing, 
Thee  our  Lord  and  Saviour  own. 

3  So  when  death  this  frame  shall  sever, 
(And  we  know  that  all  must  die,) 

May  our  souls,  O  Lord,  forever 
Live  and  reign  with  thee  on  high  : 

O  that  we,  to  whom  'tis  given 
Here  to  join  in  praise  and  prayer. 

May  around  thy  throne  in  heaven 
Meet,  and  none  be  wanting  there. 

51  S.M. 

Heavenly  Influence  sought, 

JUST  as  the  kindly  rain 
Returns  not  back  to  heaven, 
But  cheers  and  fruitful  makes  the  earth, 
The  end  for  which  'twas  given  : 

2  So  let  thy  word,  O  Lord, 

Accomplish  thy  design ; 
Distill  on  all  our  youthful  minds, 

And  consecrate  us  thine. 


OPENING.  33 

3  Water  the-  sacred  seed, 

And  give  it  large  incr:ase  ; 
Let  neither  fowls,  nor  rocks,  nor  thorns, 

Hinder  the  fruits  of  peace. 

.!!:2  P.  M.  87,  87,  77,  8,  77. 

"  ^  Before  Ser7non. 

GRANT  us.  Lord,  thy  gracious  presence. 
While  we  worship  at  thy  throne ; 
Teach  our  souls  those  gracious  lessons. 

Which  are  taught  by  thee  alone  ! 
While  we  pray,  and  sing,  and  hear, 
In  the  midst  do  thou  appear  ; 

Sin  reproving,  fear  removing ; 
Light  to  all  our  minds  impart, 
Love  convey  to  every  heart ! 
2  As  the  dew  from  heaven  distilling 

Gently  on  the  grass  descends, 
Rightly  unto  all  fulfilling 

What  thy  providence  intends  : 
So  may  words  of  truth  and  peace 
Yield  the  fruits  of  righteousness  ; 

Tender,  gracious,  efficacious, 
To  our  waiting  spirits  prove  : — 
Raise  our  hearts  to  things  above. 

53  L.  M. 

ify  3foiith  shall  speak  forth  thy  Praise. 

ALMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
Through  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  spread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rise 

O'er  all  the  heavens  thy  hands  have  made. 

2  To  thee,  the  voices  of  the  young 
A  monument  of  honor  raise  ; 

And  babes,  with  uninstructed  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

3  Children  thine  earthly  temple  throng. 
To  see  their  great  Redeemer's  face  ; 

The  Son  of  David  is  their  song, 
And  young  hosannas  fill  the  place. 
3 


THE  LORD'S  DAY. 


54  s.M. 

The  Sabbath  a  Good  Day. 

HOW  pleasant  is  the  dawn 
Of  this  delightful  day  ! 
Now,  with  our  teachers  we  would  join 
To  read  and  praise  and  pray. 

2  And  may  the  God  of  love 
Their  kind  endeavors  own, 

That  we  and  they  may  meet  above. 
To  sing  before  his  throne. 

3  But  may  we  not  forget 
That  this  can  never  be, 

Except  our  hearts  are  changed  by  grace, 
And  we  from  sin  set  free. 

4  Blest  Saviour !  hear  our  cry, 
And  grant  us  now  thy  grace  : 

Thus  make  us  fit,  while  here  below, 
To  dwell  in  thine  embrace. 

55  CM. 

The  Sabbath  a  Holy  Day. 

THE  Sabbath  is  a  blessed  day, 
For  holy  worship  given. 
When  in  God's  house  we  meet  to  pray. 
And  learn  the  songs  of  heaven. 

2  Bright  festal  day  of  holiest  peace, 
Of  all  our  days  the  best, 

When  worldly  cares  and  duties  cease — 
Foretaste  of  heavenly  rest. 

3  Teach  us  to  love  the  house  of  prayer, 
The  open  gate  of  heaven, 

And  seek  and  find  thy  blessing  there. 
To  thine  own  children  given. 


THE  LORD'S  DAY.  35 

56  *  CM. 

Sdbhath-Morning  Hymn. 

WITH  joy  we  hail  this  blessed  day, 
Sabbath  of  rest  and  peace  ; 
With  willing  hearts  our  God  obey, 
From  all  earth's  pleasures  cease. 

2  Jehovah  claims  this  day  his  own, 
The  Lord  shall  have  his  right ; 

To  us  be  servile  works  unknown, 
His  service  our  delight. 

3  Then  let  us  honor  him  who  made, 
For  man,  this  day  of  rest ; 

To  God  be  grateful  homage  paid. 
To  God,  forever  blest. 

4  With  joy  we  hail  this  blessed  day,   • 
Sabbath  of  Christ  our  Lord  ; 

With  angels  praise,  with  mortals  pray, 
By  all  be  Christ  adored. 

57  p.  M.  88,  88,  57. 

Love  for  iJie  Sabbath. 

I  LOVE  to  have  the  Sabbath  come. 
For  then  I  rise  and  quit  my  home, 
And  haste  to  school  with  cheerful  air, 
To  meet  my  dearest  teachers  there : 
Then,  haste,  haste  away, 
Then  haste  to  the  Sabbath  school. 

2  From  all  the  lessons  I  obtain, 
May  I  a  store  of  knowledge  gain ; 
And  early  seek  my  Saviour's  face. 
And  gain  from  him  supplies  of  grace. 

Then  haste,  &c. 

3  And  then,  through  life's  remaining  days, 
I  '11  love  to  sing  my  Saviour's  praise  ; 
And  bless  the  kindness  of  his  grace. 
That  brought  me  to  this  sacred  place. 

Then  haste,  &c. 


36  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

5g  33d  PfM.  66,66 

Close  of  the  Sabbath. 

THE  light  of  Sabbath  eve 
Is  fading  fast  away; 
What  record  will  it  leave, 

To  crown  the  closing  day  ? 
fs  it  a  Sabbath  spent, 

Of  fruitless  time  destroy'd  ? 
Or  have  these  moments  lent, 

Been  sacredly  employ'd  ? 
2  To  waste  these  Sabbath  hours, 

O  may  we  never  dare  ; 
Nor  taint  with  thoughts  of  ours 

These  sacred  days  of  prayer : 
But  may  our  Sabbaths  here 

Inspire  our  hearts  with  love  ; 
And  prove  a  foretaste  clear 

Of  that  sweet  rest  above. 

59  c.M. 

Sweetness  of  the  Sahhath. 

THE  Sabbath  day,  how  sweet  to  me, 
The  day  the  Saviour  rose  ; 
The  day  when  we  may  see  his  face, 
And  in  his  arms  repose. 

2  To-day  he  calls  us  all  to  come. 
He  bids  us  all  draw  near ; 

He  offers  heaven  for  our  home, 
And  wipes  away  each  tear. 

3  He  offers  pardon  for  our  sin, 
To  save  from  every  snare  ; 

To  lead  our  souls  in  ways  of  truth. 
And  show  his  tend'rest  care. 

4  And  shall  I,  can  I  now  refuse 
To  yield  to  him  my  heart  ? 

Forbid  it,  Lord,  and  let  me  choose. 
This  day,  the  better  part. 


THE  LOKD'S  DAY.  37 

Q  Q  5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s. 

I>uties  oftlie  Sahhath. 

THIS 'is  God's  most  holy  day  ; 
We  must  neither  work,  nor  play ; 
But  we  '11  try  to  pray  and  sing, 
And  to  serve  our  heavenly  King. 
2  O,  't  is  pleasant  now  to  go 
To  our  Saviour's  house  below ; 
And  we  hope  to  sing  and  love 
In  our  Saviour's  house  above. 

(51  CM. 

TJie  Use  of  the  Sabbath. 

THE  Sabbath  is  the  day  of  rest 
From  earthly  toil  and  care, 
The  holy  day  that  God  hath  bless'd, 
The  time  for  praise  and  prayer. 

2  Now  we  must  lay  our  toys  aside, 
And  leave  our  sports  and  play  : 

Far  better  things  doth  God  provide 
For  this  his  holy  day. 

3  The  Sunday-school,  the  house  of  prayer, 
With  open  doors  invite  : 

We  see  our  kind  instructors  there, 
And  pleasant  is  the  sight. 

4  And  there  we  read  and  hear  that  Word 
Which  makes  the  simple  wise  ; 

And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 
And  heavenly  truth  to  prize. 

5  There  too  we  sing  our  Saviour's  love. 
Who  from  the  dead  arose  ; 

Who  lives,  and  from  his  throne  above 
Eternal  life  bestows. 

6  May  we  improve  our  Sabbaths  more, 
And  thus  for  heaven  prepare  ; 

That  we  may  spend,  when  life  is  o'er, 
An  endless  Sabbath  there. 


38  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

62  L.M. 

The  Day  of  Rest. 

OFOR  a  sweet,  a  holy  calm, 
To  rest  upon  my  soul  to-day; 
That  sacred  peace,  which,  like  a  balm, 
The  pains  of  care  can  take  away  ! 

2  From  the  long  labor  of  the  week, 
The  toil  of  spirits  ill  at  ease  ; 

Gladly  would  I  refreshment  seek. 
In  such  delightful  scenes  as  these. 

3  The  Christian  Sabbath  is  design'd 
A  holy  rest,  to  mortals  giv'n  ; 

The  prospect  mountain  of  the  mind, 
Whence  it  may  view  the  rest  of  heaven. 

4  Come,  heavenly  Spirit ;  light  and  peace, 
And  every  holy  gift  are  thine  ; 

Grant  me  this  day  thy  rich  increase, 
And  with  new  kindled  glory  shine. 

g3  5th  P.  M.  4  ZzTzc*  7s. 

Sablath-Day  Worship. 

LORD,  my  spirit  humbly  waits 
Thy  refreshing  grace  to-day; 
From  thy  temple's  opening  gates 
Send  me  not  unbless'd  away.' 

2  May  thy  Spirit  with  thy  Word, 
On  my  heart  descend  and  rest ; 

Naught  in  vain  be  read  or  heard, 
All  by  thee  applied  and  blest. 

3  May  my  prayers  with  fervor  glow, 
May  my  praise  rejoicing  soar  ; 

May  my  heart  with  love  o'erllow, 
And  with  holy  joy  adore. 

4  When  this  Sabbath  shall  depart, 
May  it  pass  in  peace  away ; 

Let  me  say  with  grateful  heart, 
"  God  has  bless'd  my  soul  to-day." 


THB  LORD'S  DAY.  39 

64  c.M. 

Sunday  Morning. 

THIS  is  the  day,  the  happy  day, 
Which  God  himself  hath  bless'd, 
That  we  from  earthly  thoughts  and  cares 

Awhile  may  calmly  rest ; 
And  learn  the  peaceml  way  that  leads 

To  holiness  and  heaven. 
And  hear  those  gracious  promises 
Which  God  hath  richly  given. 

2  This  is  the  day,  the  happy  day, 

When  Christ  our  Saviour  rose 
A  mighty  conqueror  from  the  grave, 

Victorious  o'er  his  foes; 
And  now  for  us  he  intercedes 

Before  the  throne  above  ; 
And  we,  with  glad  and  grateful  hearts, 

Will  praise  him  for  his  love. 

65  c.M. 

ThsSame, 

THIS  is  the  day,  the  happy  day, 
When  heavenly  voices  call 
Our  ruined  race  to  worship  God, 

A^^  at  his  footstool  fall. 
And  little  children  too  may  kneel 

Within  the  house  of  prayer ; 
For  Jesus  bids  such  little  ones 
His  grace  and  goodness  share. 

2  This  is  the  day,  the  happy  day, 

Type  of  the  perfect  rest. 
Reserved  for  those  who  shall  attain 

The  mansions  of  the  blest. 
O  Saviour !  grant  that  when  at  last 

Our  earthly  Sabbaths  close. 
We  all  may  reach  that  blissful  land 

Of  glory  and  repose. 


40  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

fi 

66  L.  M. 

Joy  in  tlie  Sabbath. 

WELCOME,  sweet  morn,  we  hail  with  joy 
Thy  holy  light,  thy  blest  employ ; 
And  come,  a  little  favor'd  band, 
One  sacred  hour  with  Christ  to  spend. 

2  Our  youthful  hearts  would  humbly  pray 
That  he  will  bless  our  school  to-day  ; 

To  him  our  joyful  notes  of  praise 
With  one  united  voice  we  raise. 

3  An  offering  to  our  heavenly  King 
Of  glad  hosannas  now  we  bring  ; 
And  hope  at  last  in  his  embrace, 
Secure  from  sin,  to  find  a  place. 

4  O  it  shall  be  our  constant  prayer, 
That  we  may  here  his  blessings  share  ; 
Then  go  and  live  at  Christ's  right  hand, 
A  joyml,  happy,  favor'd  band. 

67  L.M. 

In  the  SanetuarT/. 

FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone ; 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 
Fain  would  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  see  ; 

1  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  O  warm  my  heart  with  holy  fir€| 
And  kindle  there  a  pure  desire  : 
Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above. 
And  fill  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  Blest  Saviour,  what  delicious  fare  • 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are  ! 
Ne-ver  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

4  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  ; 
Thy  glorious  name  shall  be  adored, 
And  every  tongue  confess  thee  Lord. 


THE  LOKD'S  DAY.  41 

^  g  5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s. 

Welcome,  Day  of  Best. 

WELCOME,  welcome,  day  of  rest. 
To  the  world  in  kindness  given ; 
Welcome  to  this  humble  breast, 
As  the  beaming  light  from  heaven. 

2  Day  of  soft  and  sweet  repose, 
Gently  now  thy  moments  run, 

As  the  peaceful  streamlet  flows, 
Radiant  with  a  summer's  sun. 

3  Day  of  tidings  from  the  skies, 
Day  of  solemn  praise  and  prayer, 

Day  to  make  the  simple  wise, 
O  how  great  thy  blessings  are  ! 

4  Welcome,  welcome,  day  of  rest, 
With  thy  influence  all  divine  ; 

May  thy  hallow'd  hours  be  blest 
To  this  feeble  heart  of  mine. 

59  5th  P.  M.  4  ?zne*  7s. 

The  Everlasting  Sabbath. 

SOON  will  set  the  Sabbath  sun, 
Soon  the  sacred  day  be  gone ; 
But  a  sweeter  rest  remains, 
Where  the  glorious  Saviour  reigns. 

2  Plfeasant  are  the  songs  we  raise  ; 
Full  of  joy  our  notes  of  praise  ; 
But  a  music  sweeter  far 
Breathes  where  angel  spirits  are. 

3  Shall  we  ever  rise  to  dwell 
Where  immortal  praises  swell  ? 
And  can  children  ever  go 
Where  eternal  Sabbaths  glow? 

4  Yes  : — that  rest  our  own  may  be ; 
Ail  the  good  shall  Jesus  see  ; 

For  the  good  a  rest  remains. 
Where  the  glorious  Saviour  reigns. 


42  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

70  L.M. 

Morning  Hymn. 

AGAIN  returns  the  Sabbath  day, 
Another  week  has  pass'd  away  ; 
Again  we  meet  to  serve  the  Lord, 
To  sing  his  love,  and  read  his  Word, 

2  Before  our  God  let  us  appear 
With  reverence  and  with  holy  fear ; 
Let  every  knee  before  him  bend, 

Our  Judge,  our  Saviour,  and  our  Friend. 

3  Let  our  united  voices  rise 

In  songs  of  praises  to  the  skies  ; 
To  him  who  hears  our  humble  cry, 
And  sees  us  with  a  Father's  eye. 

7;[  27th  P.  M.  4 /ines  lis. 

HovD  sxceet  is  the  Sabbath. 

HOW  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning  of 
rest. 
The  day  of  the  week  which J[  ought  to  love  best ; 
The  morning  the  Saviour  arose  from  the  tomb. 
And  took  from  the  grave  all  its  terror  and  gloom. 

2  O  let  me  be  thoughtful  and  prayerful  to-day, 
And  not  spend  a  moment  in  trifling  or  play ; 
Rememb'ring  these   seasons  were   graciously 

given 
To  teach  me  to  seek,  and  prepare  me  for,  heaven. 

3  In  the  house  of  myGod,  in  his  presence  and  fear, 
While  I  worship  to-day  may  my  heart  be  sincere ; 
In  the  school  while  I  learn,may  I  listen  with  care, 
And  be  grateful  to  those  who  watch  over  me 

there. 

4  Instruct  me,  my  Saviour ;  for  thine  would  I  be, 
Nor  am  I  too  young  to  be  noticed  by  thee  ; 
Renew  all  my  heart,  keep  me  firm  in  thy  ways, 
I  would  love  thee,  and  serve  thee,  and  give  thee 

the  praise. 


THE  LOKD'S  DAY.  43 

72  s-^- 

Delight  in  Ordinances. 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise  : 
"Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  !  ' 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 

Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  in  such  a  place, 
Where  thou,  my  God,  art  seen, 

Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 

And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

73  5th.F.M.  4:  lines  78. 

Life  and  Imnwrtality  'brought  to  light 

DAY  of  God  !  thou  blessed  day. 
At  thy  dawn  the  grave  gave  way 
To  the  power  of  Him  within, 
"Who  had,  sinless,  bled  for  sin. 

2  Thine  the  radiance  to  illume 
First,  for  man,  the  dismal  tomb, 
When  its  bars  their  weakness  own'd, 
There  revealing  death  dethroned. 

3  Then  the  Sun  of  righteousness 
Rose,  a  darken'd  world  to  bless, 
Bringing  up  from  mortal  night 
Immortality  and  light. 

4  Day  of  glory,  day  of  power. 
Sacred  be  thine  every  hour,— 
Emblem,  earnest,  of  the  rest 
That  remaineth  for  the  blest. 


44  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

74  CM. 

Love  for  God's  Day  and  House. 

T  LOVE  the  blessed  Sabbath-day, 
JL    Which  God  has  kindly  given  ; 
When  we  may  meet  to  praise  and  pray, 

And  learn  the  way  to  heaven  : 
It  leads  our  youthful  thoughts  to  Him 

Who  reigns  in  light  above  ; 
And  makes  the  joys  of  earth  grow  dim, 

While  musing  on  his  love. 

2  I  love  to  hear  that  Jesus  died, 
And  how  he  rose  again  ; 

Exalted  at  his  Father's  side, 

A  Saviour-prince  to  reign. 
To  him  the  pure  angelic  throng 

Raise  their  seraphic  strain  ; 
."   And  yet  a  child's  thanksgiving  song 

His  list'ning  ear  may  gain. 

3  I  love  to  sing  on  earth  his  grace 
To  fallen,  sinful  man  ; 

But,  when  in  glory,  him  I  '11  praise 

More  than  the  angels  can. 
Then  will  we  sing  in  louder  strain. 

Through  all  eternity, 
Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 

To  him  all  glory  be. 

75  L.  M. 

The  Jloly  Sallath. 

THIS  day  belongs  to  God  alone  ; 
He  chose  the  Sabbath  for  his  own  ; 
And  we  must  neither  work  nor  play, 
Because  it  is  God's  holy  day. 
2  'Tis  well  to  have  one  day  in  seven, 
That  we  may  learn  the  way  to  heaven ; 
Then  let  us  spend  it  as  we  should, 
In  serving  God  and  growing  good. 


THE  LORD'S  DAT.  45 

3  We  ought,  to-day,  to  learn  and  seek 
What  we  may  think  of  all  the  week  ; 
And  be  the  better  every  day, 

For  what  we  hear  our  teachers  say. 

4  And  every  Sabbath  should  be  pass'd, 
As  if  we  knew  it  were  our  last : 
What  would  the  dying  sinner  give 

To  have  one  Sabbath  more  to  live  ! 

76  L.M. 

The  Day  of  Best 

THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  blest, 
The  day  to  us  in  mercy  given  ; 
The  holy  Sabbath  of  his  rest, 
The  pledge  and  type  of  rest  in  heaven. 

2  Lord,  in  thy  praises  we  would  join  ; 
To  thee  devote  this  sacred  day  ; 

Our  earthly  cares  and  thoughts  resign  ; 
Look  up  to  heaven,  and  learn  the  way. 

3  May  we  by  every  Sabbath  grow 
In  grace,  humility,  and  love  ; 

And  thus  thy  holy  rest  below 
Shall  fit  us  for  thy  rest  above. 

77  5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s. 
Blessedness  ofth^  Sahhath. 

LET  the  Sabbath  day  be  blest, 
Day  of  joy  and  day  of  rest ; 
Songs  of  praise  ascend  on  high, 
Hallelujahs  fill  the  sky. 

2  Let  the  Sabbath  day  be  blest, 
Day  of  joy  and  day  of  rest ; 
Humble  prayer  to  God  ascend, 
God  our  Father  and  our  Friend. 

3  Let  the  Sabbath  day  be  blest, 
Day  of  joy  and  day  of  rest ; 
Gladly  hear  his  holy  Word, 
Gladly  learn  the  way  to  God. 


46 

78  L-^r- 

The  Joys  of  the  Sahhath. 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing ; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  by  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found. 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 

3  When  grace  has  purified  my  heart, 
Then  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part : 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  be  shed. 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

4  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desired  or  wish'd  below  ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

79  L.M. 

Pledge  of  Endless  Rest. 

EETURN,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest ; 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blest : 
Another  six  days'  work  is  done  ; 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun. 

2  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies ; 

And  draw  from  Christ  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

3  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast. 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  Church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties,  let  the  day, 
In  holy  comforts,  pass  away  ; 

How  sweet,  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end. 


THE  SUNDAY  SCHOOL. 


80  CM. 

The  Sabbath  School. 

SWEET  Sabbath  school,  place  dear  to  me, 
Where'er  through  life  I  roam, 
My  heart  will  often  turn  to  thee. 
My  childhood's  Sabbath  home. 

2  Within  thy  courts  of  Him  I  've  heard 
Whose  birth  the  angels  sung. 

When  o'er  the  shepherds  fill'd  with  fear. 
The  star  of  glory  hung. 

3  O  holy  place  !  where  first  we  shed 
The  penitential  tear ; 

Where  youthful  steps  are  taught  to  tread 
In  paths  of  peace  and  prayer. 

4  When  all  our  wand 'rings  here  shall  cease. 
And  cares  of  life  shall  end, 

In  God's  eternal  Sabbath  place      , 
May  we  our  anthems  blend. 

81  CM 

The  Teaclisr's  Object. 

ATTRACTED  by  love's  sacred  force, 
"^Like  planets  to  the  sun. 
Though  different  spheres  may  mark  our  course. 
Our  center  is  but  one. 

2  As  teachers  of  the  young  we  meet; 
Our  object  is  the  same  : 

To  lead  them  to  the  Saviour's  feet, 
And  praise  his  glorious  name. 

3  We  meet  to  strengthen  and  unite 
Our  hearts  in  this  employ  : 

O  may  our  work  be  our  delight, 
A  crown  of  future  joy  ! 


48  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

82  s.M. 

A  ITeavenhj  Place. 

I  LOVE  the  Sabbath  school, 
Where  happy  children  meet; 
Where  rich  and  poor  alike  may  come, 
And  sit  at  Jesus'  feet. 
■    2  I  love  the  Sabbath  school, 
Where  children  learn  to  pray. 
And  hear  about  the  world  to  come, 
And  Jesus  Christ,  the  Way. 

3  I  love  the  Sabbath  school ; 
It  is  a  heav'nly  place  ! 

For  there  the  youthful  heart  may  learn 
To  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

4  I  love  the  Sabbath  school, 
And  Him  who  bought  for  me 

This  sweet,  this  precious  means  of  grace, 
And  gives  the  blessing  free  ! 

83  c.M. 

Love  for  tJie  Smiday  School. 

I  LOVE  the  Sabbath  school— the  place 
My  youthful  feet  have  trod ; 
Where  I  have  heard  of  wisdom's  ways, 
That  lead  to  peace  and  God. 

2  I  love  the  Sabbath  school — 'tis  there 
The  praise  of  God  we  sing  ; 

'Tis  there  we  bow  the  knee  in  prayer 
To  God,  our  heavenly  King. 

3  I  love  the  Sabbath  school — where  we 
The  Holy  Bible  read. 

Which  tells  of  Christ,  who  came  to  be 
A  Saviour  in  our  need. 

4  O  that,  when  life's  few  cares  are  past. 
Our  teachers  we  may  meet 

Upon  the  blissful  plains,  and  cast 
Our  crowns  at  Jesus'  feet. 


THE  SUNDAY  SCHOOL.  49 

84  CM. 

TJie  Christian  CldUJ. 

BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
How  sweet  the  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo  !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 
The  paths  of  peace  have  trod — 

"Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
The  lily  must  decay  ; 

The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hiH 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 
Of  man's  maturer  age 

Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  O  Thou  who  givest  life  and  breath. 
We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 

In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 

85  L.M. 

Stinday-ScJvool  Teachers'  Prayer. 

MAY  we  who  teach  the  rising  race 
Be  fill'd,  O  Lord,  with  every  grace  ; 
And  may  thy  Spirit  from  above 
Descend  and  bless  our  work  of  love. 

2  Thy  grace  to  those  we  teach  impart : 
O  Lord,  renew  each  youthful  hearts- 
Help  them  from  every  sin  to  flee, 

And  dedicate  their  lives  to  thee. 

3  May  we  in  love  to  them  abound, 
And  zealous  in  the  work  be  found ; 
And  many  seals  may  we  obtain. 
To  prove  our  labor 's  not  in  vain. 

4 


50  #    SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

86  L.M. 

Prayer  for  Children. 

DEAR  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray 
From  thy  secure  inclosure's  bound  ; 
And,  lured  by  earthly  joys  away, 

Among  the  thoughtless  crowd  be  found  : 

2  In  all  their  erring,  sinful  years, 
O  let  them  ne'er  forgotten  be  ; 

Reniember  all  the  prayers  and  tears 
Which  have  devoted  them  to  thee. 

3  And  when  these  lips  no  more  can  pray. 
These  eyes  can  weep  for  them  no  more,  ^ 

Turn  thou  their  feet  from  folly's  way, 
The  wanderers  to  thy  fold  restore. 

87  CM. 
The  Whe  Resolve. 

WE'LL  not  forget  the  Sunday  school, 
This  hallow'd,  much-loved  place  ; 
Though  friends  and  scenes  around  us  change, 
And  time  flies  on  apace. 

2  We'll  not  forget  the  Sunday  school, 
Where  hopes  of  sin  forgiven 

Through  Him  alone,  who  came  to  die, 
Allure  our  souls  to  heaven. 

3  We  '11  not  forget  the  Sunday  school, 
Which  taught  us  to  beware 

Of  Satan's  foul,  deceitful  arts, 
Our  youthful  souls  t'  insnare. 

4  We'll  not  forget  the  Sunday  school, 
Nor  friends  that  here  we  found. 

Who  strove  to  lead  us  home  to  God  : 
To  them  our  hearts  are  bound. 

5  We  '11  follow  in  their  footsteps  here. 
And  teach,  and  sing,  and  love  : 

Keep  them  and  us,  Lord,  in  thy  fear, 
Till  we  shall  meet  above  ! 


THE  SUNDAY  SCHOOL.  51 

88  C.M 

Praise  for  Sunday  Schools. 

AS  children  favor'd  of  the  Lord, 
His  goodness  we  confess, 
And  join  his  mercies  to  record. 
To  praise  him  for  his  grace. 

2  We  praise  the  Lord  that  we  are  brought 
Within  a  Sabbath  school. 

In  which  we  are  so  kindly  taught 
To  make  his  Word  our  rule : — 

3  Our  rule  of  love  to  man  and  God, 
Of  hope  to  be  forgiven  ; 

Of  faith  in  Christ's  atoning  blood  ; 
Our  guide  through  earth  to  heaven. 

4  For  house  of  prayer,  for  preached  Woid, 
For  holy  Sabbath-days, 

For  ministers  and  teachers,  Lord, 
Accept  our  youthful  praise. 

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Feed  my  Lamhs. 

SHEPHERDS  of  the  fold  of  God, 
Which  he  purchased  with  his  blood, 
Hear  the  great  Redeemer  cry. 
Feed  my  lambs,  or  else  they  die. 

2  In  a  wilderness  they  stray. 
In  a  wild  and  desert  way  ; 
They  are  famishing  for  food, 

Be  it  yours  to  do  them  good.        !l 

3  Give  them  food  that  shall  endure. 
Show  them  waters  running  pure  ; 
Lead  them  into  pastures  green, 
Where  the  living  streams  are  seen. 

4  "  Feed  my  little  children  here. 
Lambs  that  roam  this  desert  drear ; 
Guide  them  to  the  living  streams, 
Where  eternal  glory  beams  !" 


52#      SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

90  L.M. 

Children  instructed. 

OTHOU,  who  from  the  infant's  tongue 
Wert  wont  of  old  to  perfect  praise, 
Almighty  Father,  hear  the  song 
Which  we  thy  youthful  servants  raise. 

2  How  blest  are  they,  who  early  taught 
To  know  and  love"  thy  Word  of  truth, 

Far  from  the  sinner's  path  are  brought, 
To  serve  their  Maker  in  their  youth. 

3  And  blest  are  they  whose  pious  care 
Forbids  the  youthful  foot  to  stray. 

Unfolds  the  Book  of  Truth,  and  there 
To  life  eternal  points  the  way. 

4  Accept  our  praise,  O  Lord,  'and  still 
Let  streams  of  heav'nly  goodness  flow; 

That  all  the  earth  may  learn  thy  will. 
And  babes  thy  power  and  glory  show. 

91  C.M. 

Blessedness  of  instructing  the-  Young. 

DELIGHTFUL  work!  young  souls  to  win, 
And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  path  of  sin, 
To  seek  redeeming  grace. 

2  Children  our  kind  protection  claim  ; 
And  God  will  well  approve 

When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name, 
And  their  Redeemer  love. 

3  Be  ours  the  bliss,  in  wisdom's  way 
To  guide  untutor'd  youth. 

And  show  the  mind  which  went  astray 
The  Way,  the  Life,  the  Truth. 

4  Almighty  God,  thine  influence  shed, 
To  aid  this  blest  design  : 

The  honors  of  thy  name  be  spread. 
And  all  the  glory  thine. 


THE  SUNDAY  SCHOOL.  53 

()2  5th  F.U.i  lines  7s. 

TJianks  to  God. 

FATHER  !  from  thy  throne  above, 
Smile  upon  us  in  thy  love  : 
Happy  children  of  the  free, 
Grateful  songs  would  raise  to  the". 

2  Thanks  for  Sunday  schools  so  dear, 
Where  we're  taught  thy  word  and  fear, 
From  that  Holy  Book  of  thine, 

Fill'd  with  precious  truths  divine. 

3  Saviour  !  'mid  all  earthly  strife, 
Through  the  cares  and  ills  of  life. 
May  the  precepts  thou  hast  given 
Guide  us  m  the  path  to  heaven. 

93  L.M. 

For  the  Divine  Blessing. 

HERE,  gracious  God,  before  thy  feet, 
Friendsto  the  young  and  thee  we  meet ; 
Join'd  by  the  band  of  mutual  love. 
Bound  to  our  common  Friend  above. 

2  Our  hearts  thy  throne  of  grace  address  : 
Smile  on  our  schools,  the  children  bless, 
For  Jesus'  sake,  who  once  on  earth 
Appear'd  a  child  of  lowly  birth. 

3  Bless  all  the  plans  which  we  devise; 
May  they  be  useful,  good,  and  wise  ; 
While  we  our  humble  labors  bend 
Thy  glorious  kingdom  to  extend. 

4  May  wisdom,  zeal  and  love  inspire 
Our  bosoms  with  their  purest  fire  ; 
While  faith  on  thine  own  word  relies, 
And  hope  looks  joyful  to  the  skies. 

5  Grant  us  thy  presence,  God  of  grace, 
Now  while  we  meet  before  thy  face  ; 
And  may  we  feel,  ere  we  depart, 

Thy  love  diffused  through  every  heart. 


54  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

94  CM. 

Sahhath  School  Hymn. 

OTHOU  !  who  when  upon  our  sphere, 
Wast  merciful  and  mild  ; 
Be  now,  we  pray,  divinely  near 
To  bless  each  little  child  ! 

2  Here  we  have  met  to  learn  thy  word, 
And  read,  and  praise,  and  pray  ; 

And  here  we  join  with  one  accord 
To  seek  the  narrow  way. 

3  O,  listen  to  our  songs  of  praise. 
Of  gratitude  and  love  ! 

And,  when  we've  pass'd  our  fleeting  days, 
Grant  us  a  home  above. 

4  A  home  above  !  O  yes,  for  this 
We'll  gladly  labor  on. 

Until  we  join  our  friends  in  bliss 
Before  the  Saviour's  throne. 

95  **      LM 

For  the  Sal/vat  ion  of  the  Young. 

ETERNAL  Being  !  Source  of  love  ! 
Permit  us  to  approach  thy  seat : 
We  have  an  Advocate  above, 
And  plead  his  merits  at  thy  feet. 

2  Us  thou  hast  call'd  to  labor  here. 
To  train  the  rising  race  for  heaven  : 

O  may  we  do  it  in  thy  fear, 
And  use  the  talents  thou  hast  given. 

3  What  can  we  do  without  thine  aid? 
Therefore  to  thee  for  help  we  fly  : 

O  may  we  never  be  dismay'd, 
For  thou  canst  every  want  supply. 

4  In  some  thy  love  a  work  has  wrought, 
Which  time  we  trust  will  not  efface  : 

May  all  their  tender  minds  be  brought 
To  taste  the  riches  of  thy  grace. 


THE  SUNDAY  SCHOOL.  55 

^Q  9th  P.  M.  87,  87. 

Prauefor  Dunne  Mercies. 

PRAISE  the  Lord  who  reigns  in  heaven, 
For  a  living,  deathless  soul : 
Praise  to  his  blest  name  be  given, 
While  eternal  ages  roll. 

2  Praise  to  him  who  dwells  in  glory 
For  the  gift  of  Christ  the  Lord  ; 

And  that  all  the  wondrous  story 
Is  recorded  in  his  Word. 

3  Low  before  his  footstool  bending, 
We  would  praise  the' Incarnate  God, 

For  the  grace  on  us  descending, 

Through  his  own  most  precious  blood. 

4  For  the  Sabbath  school  we  bless  thee : 
By  onr  teachers'  tender  care, 

We  are  taught  to  know  and  love  thee, 
And  to  breathe  our  youthful  prayer. 

6  Be  thy  love  our  choicest  treasure, 
While  we  sojourn  here  below  ; 

Be  thy  praise  our  dearest  pleasure, 
From  our  hearts,  Lord,  let  it  flow. 

97  CM. 

Prepa7-afion  of  the  Spirit. 

WHEN  we  together  weekly  meet, 
Instruction  to  receive. 
Do  thou,  O  Lord,  thy  Spirit  grant, 
That  we  may  hear  and  live. 

2  Turn  off  our  minds  from  vain  desire ; 
From  folly  we  would  flee  ; 

O  may  it  be  our  fervent  prayer, 
"  Lord,  let  us  live  for  thee." 

3  Then,  when  our  days  on  earth  are  past, 
And  Sabbath  schools  are  o'er. 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last, — 
Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 


56  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

98  L.M. 

Privileges  of  Sunday  ScTwol. 

I  LOVE  to  have  the  6abbath  come, 
I  love  to  rise  and  quit  my  home, 
And  haste  to  school  w^ith  cheerful  air, 
To  meet  my  friends  and  teachers  there. 

2  'T  is  here  I  'm  alv^^ays  taught  to  pray, 
That  God  would  bless  me  day  by  day  ; 
And  safely-  guard  and  guide  me  still, 
And  ever  help  to  do  his  will. 

3  'T  is  here  I  sing  a  Saviour's  love 
That  brought  him  from  his  throne  above : 
'T  is  here  I  seek  my  Father's  face, 

And  here  begin  the  Christian  race. 

99  ^'^- 

Children  iTie  Eope  of  the  Church. 

CHILDHOOD  and  youth,  how  vain  they  seem? 
Their  beauty  passes  like  a  dream, 
And  soon  or  late,  the  loveliest  bloom 
Will  fade  and  wither  in  the  tomb, 

2  Yet  in  our  charge  with  hope  we  trace 
The  features  of  a  future  race. 

And  in  these  youthful  classes  see 
The  seed  of  Churches  yet  to  be. 

3  God  of  the  Church,  which  must  remain 
While  generations  wax  and  wane, 

Vox  this  we  toil — O  deign  to  bless 
The  humble  effort  with  success. 

4  Hence  fill  thy  courts  with  songs  of  praise. 
Hence  ministers  and  people  raise. 

And  hence  supply  the  failing  bands 
That  bear  thy  Word  to  heathen  lands. 

5  We  plead  thy  promise,  sovereign  Lord, 
While  thus  we  pray  with  one  accord  : 
E'en  as  thy  promise  let  it  be, 

For,  touching  this,  we  all  agree. 


THE  SUNDAY  SCHOOL.  57 

100  S.M. 
The  SeHom  Charge. 

HOW  serious  is  the  charge 
To  train  the  infant  mind  ! 
'T  is  God  alone  can  give  a  heart 
To  such  a  work  inclined. 

2  May  we  in  Christian  bonds 
The  Christian  name  adorn, 

Ry  active  deeds  for  public  good, 
Nor  mind  the  sinner's  scorn. 

3  While  wicked  men  unite, 
Our  youth  to  lead  aside, 

'T  is  ours  to  show  them  wisdom's  path, 
In  wisdom's  path  to  guide. 

4  Dependent,  Lord,  on  thee, 
Our  humble  means  to  bless. 

We  gladly  join  our  hearts  and  hands, 
And  look  for  large  success. 

101  C.M. 

Children  recalling  the  Example  ofJe^us. 

WHEN  Jesus  left  his  Father's  throne, 
He  chose  an  humble  birth  ; 
And,  all  unhonor'd  and  unknown, 
He  came  to  dwell  on  earth. 

2  Like  him,  may  we  be  found  below 
In  wisdom's  path  of  peace  ; 

Like  him,  in  grace  and  knowledge  grow, 
As  years  and  strength  increase. 

3  Sweet  were  his  words,  and  kind  his  look, 
When  mothers  round  him  press'd  ; 

Their  infants  in  his  arms  he  took. 
And  on  his  bosom  blest. 

4  Safe  from  the  world's  alluring  charms, 
Beneath  his  watchful  eye. 

Thus,  in  the  circle  of  his  arms, 
May  we  forever  lie. 


58  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

2Q2  8th  p.  M.  87,  87,  47. 

Lone  for  the  Sahhath  School. 

YES,  dear  Sabbath  school,  I  love  thee: 
Here  I  meet  with  friends  most  dear  ; 
None  to  scorn  or  feel  above  me, 
None  to  dread  with  slavish  fear ; 

And  the  teachers 
Kindly  all  my  lessons  hear. 

2  Here  I  learn  of  richer  treasures     . 
Than  the  mines  of  earth  afford  ; 

Earthly  friends,  and  earthly  pleasures 
Shall  not  keep  me  from  the  Lord  : 

Precious  lessons 
Here  are  spoken  from  his  Word. 

3  Yet  my  heart  is  fill'd  with  wonder  : 
Parents,  teachers,  can  you  tell 

Why  neglected  many  wander, 
When  so  near  the  school  they  dwell  ? 

O,  invite  them : 
They  will  love  the  school  so  well. 

4  I  will  go  and  tell  those  children 
There  is  room  for  them  and  me  ; 

And  to  school  will  straightway  bring  them, 
If  persuaded  they  will  be  : 

I  am  thankful 
That  my  friends  invited  me. 

103  L.M. 

The  Morning  of  Life. 

IN  life's  gay  morn  let  children  learn 
To  love  the  sacred  place  o£  prayer  ; 
From  sinful  ways  delight  to  turn, 
And  early  pay  their  tribute  there. 

2  Let  buoyant  hearts  harmonious  blend 
As  youthful  lips  are  tuned  to  sing. 

And  lofty  strains  of  praise  ascend 
To  heaven's  exalted,  glorious  King. 


THE  SUNDAY  SCHOOL.  59 

104  CM. 

A  Blessing  sought. 

OLORD,  on  this  our  Sunday  school 
Thy  blessing  we  implore  ; 
On  those  who  teach  and  those  who  learn 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  pour, 

2  Here  we  are  taught  to  spend  aright 
Thy  sacred  Sabbath-day ; 

Then  let  us  not  its  hours  employ 
In  idle  talk  or  play. 

3  Here  too  we  learn  with  thankful  joy 
To  seek  thy  house  of  prayer  ; 

Then  let  us  hear  and  praise  and  pray 
In  truth  and  spirit  there. 

4  And  here  we  read  thy  blessed  Word, 
The  message  of  thy  will ; 

May  we  indeed  its  truths  believe, 
Its  righteous  laws  fulfill. 

105  L.M. 

Going  to  SaXbath  School. 

THE  hour  has  come  :  I  \yill  not  stay, 
But  haste  to  school  without  delay ; 
Nor  loiter  here,  for  't  is  a  crime 
To  waste  away  my  precious  time, 

2  I  should  be  there  when  prayer  begins, 
To  seek  the  pardon  of  my  sins ; 

To  ask  the  favor  of  the  Lord, 
And  pray  to  understand  his  Word. 

3  I  should  be  there  with  fear  and  love 
To  seek  for  wisdom  from  above  ; 
And  while  1  read  the  sacred  page, 

O  may  its  truths  my  heart  engage  ! 

4  These  Sabbath-days  will  soon  be  o'er 
When  I  can  go  to  school  no  more  ; 
How  shall  I  then  endure  the  pain 

Of  having  spent  God's  day  in  vain  ? 


(jO  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

106  c.M. 

For  a  Blessing  on  the  Cliildren, 

0  WISDOM  !  whose  unfading  power 
Beside  the'  Eternal  stood, 
To  frame,  in  nature's  earliest  hour, 
The  land,  the  sky,  the  flood ; 

2  Yet  didst  thou  not  disdain  awhile 
An  infant  form  to  wear, — 

To  bless  thy  mother  with  a  smile, 
And  lisp  thy  falter'd  prayer. 

3  But  in  thy  Father's  own  abode. 
With  Israel's  elders  round, 

Conversing  high  with  Israel's  God, 
Thy  chiefest  joy  was  found. 

4  So  may  our  youth  adore  thy  name .' 
And,  Saviour  !  deign  to  bless 

With  fost'ring  grace  the  timid  flame 
Of  early  holiness. 

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Love  for  the  Sunday  School. 

I  LOVE  the  Sunday  school, 
And  on  that  holy  day 
My  heart  is  often  full 

When  I  attempt  to  pray  ; 
With  early  steps  I  come 

To  meet  my  teacher  dear, 
Leaving  my  happy  home 

To  seek  instruction  here. 
2  I  love  the  Sunday  school. 

The  precious  volumi  too, 
Which  is  the  only  rule 

To  teach  me  what  to  do  : 
Within  it  I  behold 

The  rays  of  gospel  light,  • 

Richer  than  gems  or  gold, 

And  more  divinely  bright. 


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3  I  love  the  Sunday  school. 
And  wish  that  every  child 

Would  here  his  name  enroll, 

No  more  be  rude  and  wild  ; 
Wasting  his  precious  time, 

Spending  his  idle  breath 
In  folly  or  in  crime 

Along  the  road  to  death. 

4  I  love  the  Sunday  school, 
And  wish  that  all  the  earth 

Might  know,  from  pole  to  pole, 

Its  influence  and  worth  : 
And  may  God  give  me  grace 

A  Saviour's  name  to  love  ; 
To  see  his  smiling  face 

In  mansions  blest  above. 


108  c.M. 

God  present  in  Vw  SaVhath  School. 

MY  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
To  which  thy  God  resorts  ! 
'Tis  heaven  to  see  his  smiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  To  sit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 
And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 

Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 

3  Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait 
While  Jesus  is  within, 

Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  state, 
Or  live  in  tents  of  sin. 

4  Could  I  possess  the  spacious  land, 
And  own  the  boundless  sea, 

For  one  blest  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I  'd  give  them  both  away. 


62  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

209  P.  M.  86,  86,  76,  86. 

IlmU  to  the  School. 

WHEN  Sabbath's  sacred  morning  light 
Begins  on  earth  to  dawn, 
We'll  wake  with  eyes  all  sparkling  brisht, 
And  bid  dull  sloth  begone. 

Then  haste  to  the  school  away, 

And  keep  this  sacred  day  : 
Yes,  haste  away — yes,  haste  away. 
And  keep  this  sacred  day. 

2  The  tuneful  birds  in  concert  meet, 
And  carol  sweet  their  lays  ; 

In  nature's  temple  they  repeat 
Their  great  Creator's  praise. 
Then  haste,  &c. 

3  From  valley,  field,  and  mountain  ail 
They  pour  their  warbling  strains, 

And  in  one  chorus  loud  declare 
That  God  forever  reigns. 

Then  haste,  &c. 

4  Then  in  the  temple  of  the  Lord, 
That  consecrated  place. 

We'll  listen  to  God's  holy  word. 
And  seek  his  pardoning  grace. 
Then  haste,  &c. 

5  Then  with  united  heart  and  voice, 
Our  song  to  God  we'll  raise. 

While  millions  more  with  us  rejoice, 
And  join  in  prayer  and  praise. 
Then  haste,  &c, 

110  CM. 

Children  in  Heaven. 

THERE  is  a  glorious  world  of  light, 
Above  the  starry  sky, 
Where  saints  departed,  clothed  in  white 
Adore  the  Lord  most  high. 


THE  SUNDAY  SCHOOL.  63 

2  And  hark,  amid  the  sacred  songs 
Those  heavenly  voices  raise, 

Ten  thousand  thousand  infant  tongues 
Unite  in  perfect  praise. 

3  Those  are  the  hymns  that  we  shall  know, 
If  Jesus  we  obey  ; 

That  is  the  place  where  we  shall  go, 
If  found  in  wisdom's  way. 

4  Soon  will  our  earthly  race  be  run — 
Our  mortal  frame  decay  ; 

Children  and  teachers,  one  by  one, 
Must  die  and  pass  away. 

5  Great  God,  impress  this  serious  thought, 
To-day,  on  every  breast ; 

That  both  the  teachers  and  the  taught 
May  dwell  among  the  blest. 

Ill  LM. 

Progress  of  Sabbath  Schools. 

AS  drops  which,  from  the  mountain  side, 
Unite  and  form  a  Howing  streani, 
Our  Sunday  schools  have  multiplied. 
Till  barren  lands  with  blessings  teem ; 

2  As  streaks  which  tint  the  eastern  skies. 
While  darkness  hides  its  gloom  from  sight, 

Foretell  a  glorious  sun  will  rise. 
To  flush  the  world  with  love  and  light ; 

3  Or  as  the  seed,  which  placed  in  earth, 
Reveals  the  germ,  the  bud,  the  flower. 

Our  schools  have,  from  their  humble  birth, 
Grown  up  in  beauty,  grace,  and  power. 

4  Their  course  for  many  years  has  run 
With  onward  strength  and  rising  fame ; 

Jesus  through  them  has  trophies  won. 
And  many  pluck'd  as  brands  from  flame. 


64  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

112  S.M. 

Iivpitaiion. 

COME,  join  our  Sabbath  song, 
On  this  the  holy  day  ; 
We  know  that  angel  harps  above 
Unite  to  swell  the  lay. 

2  Come  to  our  Sabbath  school — 
Come  to  the  place  of  prayer ; 

Come,  little  boy,  and  little  girl, 
Our  sacred  pleasure  share  ; 

3  And  in  the  house  above, 
Not  made  with  human  hand, 

We'll  sing  at  last  the  Sabbath  song, 
In  one  unbroken  band  ! 

113  I'M. 

Teacher's'  Meeting. 

AS  teachers  of  the  rising  race, 
O  Lord,  we  supplicate  thy  grace  ; 
Assured  that  all  our  toil  is  vain 
Unless  we  heavenly  influence  gain. 

2  But  if  thy  blessing  thou  impart, 
The  shades  of  error  will  depart, 
As  night's  dark  shadows  flee  away 
Before  the  glorious  orb  of  day. 

3  O  may  thy  heavenly  beams  be  fslt, 
Causing  the  frozen  heart  to  melt ; 
And  in  the  soften'd  ground  may  we 
See  the  young  germs  of  piety.  i 

4  This  is  our  heart's  desire,  the  end 
For  which  we  labor  and  attend. 
With  patient  hope  from  year  to  year. 
Anxious  to  see  the  fruit  appear. 

5  Still  may  we  wait  with  patience,  still 
Pursue  our  Vork  with  cheerful  will, 
And  find  in  this  our  loved  employ 

An  earnest  of  our  future  joy. 


THE  SUNDAY  SCHOOL.  G5 

114  L.^ 

Ilosanna  to  the  Son  of  David. 
IIT'HAT  are  those  soul-reviving  strains 
VV   Which  echo  thus  from  Salem's  plains? 
What  anthems  loud,  and  louder  still, 
So  sweetly  sound  from  Zion's  hill  ? 

2  Lo  !  'tis  an  infant  chorus  sings 
Hosanna  to  the  King  of  kings  : 

The  Saviour  comes  I — and  babes  proclaim 
Salvation,  sent  in  Jesus'  name, 

3  Nor  these  alone  their  voice  shall  raise, 
For  we  will  join  this  song  of  praise  ; 
Still  Israel's  children  forward  press, 

To  hail  the  Lord  their  Righteousness. 

4  Messiah's  name  shall  joy  impart 
Alike  to  Jew  and  Gentile  heart : 
He  bled  for  us,  he  bled  for  you, 
And  we  will  sing  hosanna  too, 

5  Proclaim  hosannas,  loud  and  clear ; 
See  David's  Son  and  Lord  appear  ! 
All  praise  on  earth  to  him  be  given, 
And  glory  shout  through  highest  heaven. 

115  s.M. 

Worship  in  Hie  Sadbath  Scliool. 

8WEET  is  the  work,  O  Lord, 
Thy  glorious  name  to  sing  ; 
To  praise  and  pray  ;  to  hear  thy  Word, 
And  grateful  ofF'rings  bring. 

2  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 
To  join  in  heart  and  voice, 

With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 
And  in  thy  name  tejoice. 

3  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 
Be  every  Sabbath  given, 

That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 
5 


66  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

1 1(5  9th  P.  M.  87,  87. 

Feed  my  Lambs. 
''  TIEED  my  lambs  !" — how  condescending, 

J.    How  compassionate  the  grace 
Of  the  Saviour,  just  ascending, 

Thus  to  bless  our  infant  race  ! 

2  Richest  treasure,  dearest  token, 
From  his  stores  of  love  to  give ; 

Kept  from  age  to  age  unbroken. 
Till  its  bounty  we  receive. 

3  "  Feed  my  lambs !"  ye  pastors,  hear  it ; 
Feed  the  flock  of  his  own  hand  ; 

0,  for  him,  for  us,  revere  it ; 
Keep  the  Shepherd's  last  command. 

117  C.M. 

TTie  Children's  Jubilee. 

HOSANNA,  be  the  children's  song, 
To  Christ,  the  children's  King ; 
His  praise,  to  whom  our  souls  belong, 
Let  all  the  children  sing. 

2  From  little  ones  to  Jesus  brought, 
Hosanna  now  be  heard  ; 

Let  little  infants  now  be  taught 
To  lisp  that  lovely  word. 

3  Hosanna,  sound  from  hill  to  hill, 
And  spread  from  plain  to  plain. 

While  louder,  sweeter,  clearer  still. 
Woods  echo  to  the  strain. 

4  Hosanna,  on  the  wings  of  light 
O'er  earth  and  ocean  fly, 

Till  morn  to  eve,  and  noon  to  night, 
And  heaven  to  earth,  reply. 

5  Hosanna,  then,  our  song  shall  be ; 
Hosanna  to  our  King : 

TMs  is  the  children's  jubilee ; 
Let  all  the  children  sing. 


THE  SUNDAY  SCHOOL  67 

118  •      C.M. 

Sabbath-School  TeacJiers'  Prayer. 

TEACHER  divine  !  we  bow  the  knee, 
Submissive,  at  thy  throne  ; 
Our  fervent  cry  we  raise  to  thee  : 
Ah  !  leave  us  not  alone. 

2  In  vain  we  teach,  unless  thy  grace 
Instruct  each  tender  heart : 

Then  deign  to  hear,  hide  not  thy  face, 
Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  impart. 

3  Without  thee  we  can  nothing  do, 
But  further  from  thee  stray  ; 

O  !  change  our  hearts,  our  minds  renew, 
And  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

4  And  may  the  sacred  tie  of  love 
Bind  us  together  here  ; 

A  foretaste  give  of  joys  above, 
Life's  pilgrimage  to  cheer. 

5  Thus  while  on  earth  we  would  adore, 
When  death  shall  close  our  eyes. 

May  teachers,  children,  meet  once  more, 
Transplanted  to  the  skies. 

^\^  6th  P.  M,  6  lines  7s. 

A  Blessing  invoked  on  Teachers. 

MIGHTY  One,  before  whose  face 
Wisdom  had  her  glorious  seat, 
When  the  orbs  that  people  space 
Sprang  to  birth  beneath  thy  feet ; 

2  Source  of  truth,  whose  rays  alone 
Light  the  mighty  world  of  mind ; 

God  of  love,  who  from  thy  throne 
Kindly  watchest  all  mankind  ; 

3  Shed  on  these,  who  in  thy  name 
Teach  the  way  of  truth  and  right, 

Shed  that  love's  undying  flame, — 
Shed  that  wisdom's  guiding  light. 


68  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

20       .         26th  P.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76. 

Grateful  Praise. 

¥E  bring  no  glitt'ring  treasures, 
No  gems  from  earth's  deep  mine ; 
We  come,  with  simple  measures. 

To  chant  i\y  love  divine. 
Children,  thy  favors  sharing. 

Their  voice  of  thanks  would  raise ; 
Father,  accept  our  off'ring, 
Our  song  of  grateful  praise. 

2  The  dearest  gift  of  Pleaven, 
Love's  written  Word  of  Truth, 

To  us  is  early  given, 
To  guide  our  steps  in  youth  : 

We  hear  the  wondrous  story, 
The  tale  of  Calvary  ; 

We  read  of  homes  in  glory, 
From  sin  and  sorrow  free. 

3  Redeemer!  granfthy  blessing  ! 
O  !  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

That  each,  thy  fear  possessing, 
May  tread  life's  onward  way  ; 

Then  where  the  pare  are  dwelling 
We  hope  to  meet  again, 

And  sweeter  numbers  swelling. 
Forever  praise  thy  name. 

121  L.M. 

Jfariner'^s  SaibatTi^School  Ey7nn. 

LIFE  is  an  ocean  ;  years  the  tide 
That  floats  ten  thousand  barks  along  ; 
Sins  are  the  rocks  on  every  side 
Where  passion  drives  a  current  strong. 

2  Pleasures  that  look  so  bright  and  fair, 
Are  like  the  shallows,  set  with  sands ;   , 

And  many  a  wreck,  forlorn  and  bare, 
Lies  high  and  dry  upon  those  strands. 


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3  Faith  is  the  compass,  firm  and  true, 
Whose  needle  points  to  Christ  the  pole  ; 

That  changeless  star  will  guide  us  through. 
Though  winds  may  howl  and  waves  m.3.j  roll. 

4  Happy  is  he  who  early  steers, 

Like  a  trim  vessel,  straight  for  heaven  ; 
Who  Christian  colors  bravely  rears, 
And  keeps  the  course  that  God  has  given. 

222  1st  P.  M,  6  Zincs  8s. 

Sanctified  Knowledge. 

COME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
To  whom  we  for  our  children  cry, 
The  good  desired,  and  wanted  most, 

Out  of  thy  richest  grace  supply ; 
The  sacred  discipline  be  given. 
To  train  and  bring  them  up  for  heaven. 

2  Error  and  ignorance  remove  ; 

Their  blindness  both  of  heart  and  mind  : 
Give  them  the  wisdom  from  above, — 

Spotless,  and  peaceable,  and  kind : 
In  knowledge  pure  their  minds  renew, 
And  store  with  thoughts  divinely  true. 

3  Learning's  redundant  part  and  vain 
Be  here  cut  off,  and  cast  aside  : 

But  let  them,  Lord,  the  substance  gain  ; 

In  every  solid  truth  abide  ;     ' 
Swiftly  acquire,  and  ne'er  forego 
The  knowledge  fit  for  man  to  know. 

4  Unite  the  pair  so  long  disjoin'd, 
Knowledge  and  vital  piety  : 

Learning  and  holiness  combined, 

And  truth  and  love,  let  all  men  see 
In  those  whom  up  to  thee  we  give. 
Thine,  wholly  thine,  to  die  and  live. 


70  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

123  P.  M.  10,  7,  10,  7,  77,  75. 

ril  away  to  Sablath-School. 

WHEN  the  morning  light  drives  away  the 
With  the  sun  so  bright  and  full,       [night, 
And  it  draws  its  line  near  the  hour  of  nine, 
I  '11  away  to  Sabbath  school : 
For  't  is  there  we  all  agree, 
And  with  happy  hearts  and  free. 
And  I  love  to  early  be 
At  the  Sabbath-school. 

2  On  the  frosty  dawn  of  a  winter's  mom, 
When  the  earth  is  wrapp'd  in  snow, 

Or  the  summer  breeze  plays  around  the  trees, 
To  the  Sabbath  school  I'll  go  : 
When  the  holy  day  has  come, 
And  the  Sabbath-breakers  roam, 
I  delight  to  leave  my  home 
For  the  Sabbath  school. 

3  In  the  class  I  meet  with  the  friends  I  greet 
At  the  time  of  morning  prayer  ; 

And  our  hearts  we  raise  in  a  hymn  of  praise, 
For  'tis  always  pleasant  there  : 
In  the  Book  of  holy  truth, 
Full  of  counsel  and  reproof, 
We  behold  the  guide  of  youth 
At  the  Sabbath  school. 

4  May  the  dews  of  grace  fill  the  hallow'd  place, 
And  the  sunshine  never  fail. 

While  each  blooming  rose  which  in  memory 
Shall  a  sweet  perfume  exhale  :  [grows, 

When  we  mingle  here  no  more, 
But  have  met  on  Jordan's  shore, 
We  will  talk  of  moments  o'er 
At  the  Sabbath  school. 


INFANT  CLASSES  AND 
CHILDREN. 


124  P^i 

^Suffer  the  Little  Ones  to  come  unto  Me.'''' 

I  THINK,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  olJ. 
When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  he  cali'd  little  children,  as  lambs  to  his 
fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  him  then. 

2  I  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed  on  my 

head, 
That  his  arms  had  been  thrown  around  me  ; 
That  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  look  when  he 

said, 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 

3  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 
And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love  ; 

And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 
I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above — 

4  In  that  beautiful  place  he  has  gone  to  prepare, 
For -^11  who  are  wash'd  and  forgiven ; 

And  many  d'e"ar  children  are  gathering  there, 
"  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 

125  5th  P.  M.  4  line^  7s. 

Jesus  a  Guide. 

SHEPHERD  of  thy  little  flock, 
Lead  us  to  the  shadowing  rock , 
Where  the  richest  pastures  grow. 
Where  the  living  waters  flow. 

2  By  that  pure  and  silent  stream, 
Shelter'd  from  the  scorching  beam. 
Shepherd,  Saviour,  Guardian,  Guide, 
Keep  us  ever  near  thy  side  ! 


72  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

J2G  5th  P.  M.  4  Zine«  7s. 

Children  may  pray  to  God. 

POOR  and  needy  though  I  be, 
God  my  Maker  cares  for  me ; 
Gives  me  clothing,  shelter,  food, 
Gives  me  all  I  have  of  good. 

2  He  will  listen  when  I  pray, 
He  is  with  me  night  and  day ; 
When  I  sleep  and  when  I  wake, 
Keep  me  safe  for  Jesus'  sake. 

3  He  who  reigns  above  the  sky 
Once  became  as  poor  as  I ; 

He  whose  blood  for  me  was  shed, 
Had  not  where  to  lay  his  head ! 

4  Though  I  labor  here  awhile, 
He  will  bless  me  with  his  smile 
And  when  this  short  life  is  past, 

1  shall  rest  with  Him  at  last. 

227  9th  P.  M.  87,  87. 

Inmtation. 

HARK,  the  Sabbath  bells  are  ringing ! 
Let  us  haste  without  delay ; 
Prayers  of  thousands  now  are  winging 
Up  to  heaven  their  silent  way. 

2  'Tis  an  hour  of  happy  meeting, 
When  we  meet  for  praise  and  prayer ; 

But  the  hour  is  short  and  fleeting ; 
Let  us,  then,  be  early  there. 

3  Do  not  keep  our  teachers  waiting, 
While  you  tarry  by  the  way  ; 

Nor  disturb  the  school  reciting; 
'T  is  the  holy  Sabbath  day. 

4  Children,  haste,  the  bells  are  ringing, 
And  the  morning's  bright  and  fair  ; 

Thousands  now  are  join'd  in  singing — 
Thousands,  too,  in  solenan  prayer. 


INFANT  CLASSES.  73 

128  ^■^' 

A  Child's  Eymn. 

WHAT  though  I'm  but  a  little  child, 
And  very  little  can  discern, 
Christ  is  a  teacher  meek  and  mild, 
And  bids  me  come  to  him  and  learn. 

2  And  when  the  Saviour  dwelt  below, 
He  children  tenderly  caress'd  ; 

He  pray'd  for  them,  and  bless'd  them  too  • 
In  blessing  surely  they  were  bless'd. 

3  The  Saviour's  grace  is  still  the  same, 
Young  children  are  his  tender  care  ; 

He  teaches  them  to  praise  his  name, 
And  listens  to  their  lisping  prayer. 

4  And,  as  in  age  I  daily  grow,  . 
O  may  I  grow  in  every  grace  ; 

That  I  my  God  may  love  and  know, 
And  then  in  heaven  behold  his  face. 

5  May  I  not  trifle  or  delay, 

But  seek  the  Lord  with  serious  mind; 
For  Jesus  tells  me  he's  the  way, 
And  they  who  early  seek  shall  find. 

129  9th  P.  M.  87,  87. 

The  Lambs  of  Christ. 

HUMBLE  praises,  holy  Jesus, 
Infant  voices  raise  to  thee  ; 
In  thy  mercy,  O  receive  us  ! 
Suffer  us  thy  lambs  to  be. 

2  Blessed  Jesus,  thou  hast  bidden 
Babes,  like  us,  to  come  to  thee  ; 

Though  by  thy  disciples  chidden. 
Thou  didst  tell  them  not  to  flee. 

3  Saviour,  condescend  to  feed  us, 
Richly  let  thy  mercy  flow  ; 

Send  thy  Spirit,  blessed  Jesus  ; 
Light  and  life  on  us  bestow. 


74  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

130  c;.M. 

Tlie  Pardon  and  Renewal. 

LORD,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray ; 
Thy  early  grace  impart ; 
And  grant  thy  Holy  Spirit  may 
Renew  my  sinful  heart. 

2  A  fallen  creature  I  was  born, 
And  from  my  birth  I  stray'd  : 

1  must  be  wretched  and  forlorn 
Without  thy  mercy's  aid. 

3  For  Jesus'  sake  my  sins  forgive, 
And  wash  away  their  stain  : 

O  fit  my  soul  with  him  to  live. 
And  in  his  kingdom  reign. 

\^\  5th  P.  M.  4  Zinc*  7s. 

The  Shepherd  and  Ms  Flock. 

IN  the  Saviour's  pleasant  fold, 
Shelter'd  from  the  heat  and  cold, 
Guarded  from  the  dangers  round. 
We  thy  little  lambs  are  found. 

2  None  can  ever  hurt  us  there, 
Safe  within  our  Shepherd's  care  ; 
Tor,  if  any  foe  alarms. 

He  will  clasp  us  in  his  arms. 

3  He  our  youthful  steps  will  guide 
Where  refreshing  waters  glide  ; 
Or  in  meadows,  fresh  and  green, 
Where  the  sweetest  flowers  are  seen. 

4  Saviour,  by  thy  tender  grace 
Grant  us  in  thy  fold  a  place  ; 
May  we  listen  to  thy  voice, 
And  to  do  thy  will  rejoice. 

5  Day  by  day,  while  here  below, 
May  we  wiser,  happier,  grow  ; 
Thus  preparing  in  thy  love, 
For  the  better  fold  above. 


INFANT  CLASSES.  75 

132  s.M. 

On  hearing  the  Word. 

LORD,  wilt  thou  deign  to  speak 
To  little  ones  like  me  ? 
Thou  wilt,  for  thou  hast  bid  us  come, 
And  hearken  unto  thee. 

2  Then  give  the  hearing  ear, 
And  give  the  ready  mind. 

The  childlike  heart,  to  all  thy  will 
Submissively  inclined. 

3  Thus  we,  like  her  of  old, 
Would  wait  upon  thee,  Lord; 

Meekly  at  thy  dear  feet  to  sit, 
And  listen  to  thy  word. 

4  'Tis  all  a  child  can  do 
To  love  and  to  obey  : 

Speak,  Lord,  and  we  too  will  attend 
To  hear  what  thou  wilt  say. 

]^33  26th  P.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76. 

Infant  Praise. 

THOUGH  sinful,  weak,  and  erring, 
The  God  who  dwells  in  light, 
Will  hear  a  child  preferring 

His  praises,  with  Relight ; 
Will  stoop  from  heaven  to  listen 

When  children  to  him  cry, 
And  mark  the  tears  that  glisten 

In  every  weeping  eye. 
2  The  Saviour  has  invited 

The  youngest  to  his  love, 
And  deigns  to  smile  delighted 

Upon  them  from  above. 
Thus  may  we  in  life's  morning, 

Dear  Saviour,  come  to  thee  ; 
And  heed  the  solemn  warning, 

From  sin  and  wrath  to  flee. 


76         SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

134  C.M. 

Coming  to  Jesiis. 

LOVER  of  little  children,  thee, 
O  Jesus,  we  adore  : 
Our  kind  and  loving  Saviour  be, 
Both  now  and  evermore. 

2  O  take  us,  Saviour,  to  thine  arms, 
And  we  are  truly  blest : 

Thy  new-born  babes  are  safe  from  harms. 
While  shelter'd  on  thy  breast. 

3  Still,  as  we  grow  in  years,  in  grace 
And  wisdom  let  us  grow  ; 

But  never  leave  thy  dear  embrace, 
And  never  evil  know. 

4  Strong  let  us  in  thy  grace  abide ; 
But,  ignorant  of  ill. 

In  malice,  subtilty,  and  pride, 
Let  us  be  children  still. 

5  Lover  of  little  children,  thee, 
O  Jesus,  we  adore  : 

Our  kind  and  loving  Saviour  be 
Both  now  and  evermore. 

235  5th  P.  M.  4 /mes  7s. 

Prayer  for  Grace. 

JESUS,  let  a'little  child 
Humbly  supplicate  thy  throne  ; 
Speak  to  me  in  accents  mild, 
O  thou  great  and  holy  One  ! 

2  Fill  my  youthful  heart  with  grace, 
Make  it  thy  beloved  abode ; 

Show  thy  reconciling  face; 
O  my  Father  and  my  God ! 

3  May  I  early  learn  thy  ways, 
Early  know  thy  power  and  love  ; 

Then  devote  to  thee  my  days, 
Till  I  am  removed  above. 


INFANT  CLASSES.  77 

2  3  g  P.  M.  65,  65. 

God  is  good. 

MORN  amid  the  mountains, 
Lovely  solitude, 
Gushing  streams  and  fountains, 
Murmur — God  is  good. 

2  Now  the  glad  sun,  breaking, 
Pours  a  golden  flood  : 

Deepest  vales  awaking, 
Echo — God  is  good. 

3  Hymns  of  praise  are  ringing 
Through  the  leafy  wood  : 

Songsters,  sweetly  singing, 
Warble — God  is  good. 

4  "Wake,  and  join  the  chorus, 
Man,  with  soul  endued  : 

He  whose  smile  is  o'er  us, 
God,  our  God,  is  good. 

137  s.M. 

On  Meekness  and  Love, 

DEAR  Saviour,  to  a  child 
A  lamblike  temper  give  •, 
And  daily,  hourly,  grace  bestow. 
In  joy  and  peace  to  live. 

2  It  was  thine  own  command 
That  we  should  others  love. 

And  ever  give  thee  thanks,  as  do 
Thy  holy  ones  above. 

3  By  nature  prone  to  ill, 

Do  thou  our  hearts  renew; 
And  take  each  sinful  thought  away, 
And  all  self-will  subdue. 

4  Thy  lowly  mind  impart. 
The  spirit  like  a  dove  ; 

And  daily  may  we  learn  of  thee, 
As  thou  hast  loved,  to  love. 


78  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

233  p.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76. 

Prayer  for  Instruction. 

LOVER  of  a  little  child, 
O  hear  my  humble  prayer ; 
Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 
And  free  from  guile  and  care. 

1  am  ignorant  and  weak, 
I  nothing  have  or  am ; 

But  my  Shepherd  came  to  seek 
And  save  an  erring  lamb. 

2  Day  by  day  I  learn  of  thee 
Sweet  lessons  of  thy  love; 

Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  me, 
Although  he  reigns  above. 

Saviour  !  may  I  hearken  still 
And  heed  thy  gentle  voice, 

Bidding  me  obey  thy  will, 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

3  When  kind  teachers  speak  to  me, 
Dear  Saviour,  of  thy  love. 

May  I  listen  as  to  thee 

Thus  speaking  from  above  : 

Thou  canst  find  a  tongue  to  speak 
To  little  children  here, 

And  we  only  need  to  seek 
The'  obedient  list'ning  ear, 

139  10th  P.  M.  4  lines  8s. 

Little  Child's  Prayer. 

OMAKE  me  a  very  good  child, 
My  Father  in  heaven,  I  ask  : 
Ne'er  let  me  be  careless  or  wild. 
Or  consider  my  lessons  a  task. 

2  I  '11  do  what  my  teachers  direct — 
My  gratitude  show  for  their  care, 

By  treating  their  rules  with  respect, 
And  walking  each  day  in  thy  fear. 


INFANT  CLASSES.  79 

140  P-M 

Infant  Praise  and  Prayer. 

HELP  me  to  praise  thy  name 
While  I  am  young ; 
Let  me  thy  truth  proclaim 

With  my  infant  tongue  : 
Angels  from  the  skies 
Will  look  down  with  gladsome  eyes, 
When  thy  praises  rise, 

By  mfants  sung. 
2  Keep  us  in  peace  and  joy 

Through  childhood's  days ; 
Help  each  little  girl  and  boy 

To  walk  in  thy  ways  : 
So  shall  we  be  free 
From  the  thorns  of  misery ; 
Heaven  our  home  shall  be, 

Thine  all  the  praise. 

141  CM. 

^  ExpoHxires  of  Children. 

THOSE  children,  who  are  all  the  day 
Allow'd  to  wander  out, 
And  only  waste  their  time  in  play, 
Or  running  wild  about ; 

2  Who  do  not  any  school  attend, 
But  trifle  as  they  will ; 

Are  almost  certain  in  the  end 
To  come  to  something  ill. 

3  There 's  nothing  worse  than  idleness 
To  lead  them  into  sin  : 

'Tis  sure  to  end  in  wretchedness, 
In  poverty  and  pain. 

4  Sometimes  they  learn  to  lie  and  cheat, 
Sometimes  to  steal  and  swear ; 

So  vile  the  lessons  in  the  street, 
For  idle  children  are. 


80  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

242  P.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76. 

Evening  Hymn. 

NOW  the  golden  beams  of  day 
In  the  west  are  fading. 
Evening  tints  of  sober  gray- 
Fairest  scenes  are  shading; 
Sweet  repose  on  ail  around 

Silently  is  stealing; 
Hush'd  is  every  busy  sound, 
Soften'd  every  feeling. 

2  Glad  to  thee  our  song  ascends. 
Gratitude  expressing, 

For  our  health,  and  home,  and  friends, 
And  each  varied  blessnig. 

Lord,  thy  love  we  still  would  share. 
As  the  day  is  closing  ; 

Guard  us  with  thy  gentle  care 
While  we  are  reposing. 

3  Let  our  slumber,  calm  and  light, 
Free  from  care  and  sorrow^ 

Make  us  feel  all  fresh  and  bright 
When  we  wake  to-morrow  ; 

And  in  radiant  worlds  above 
Where  night  cometh  never. 

Where  the  Saviour  reigns  in  love 
May  we  dwell  forever. 

243  P.  M.  Gl,  64,  67,  64. 

The  Happy  Land. 

THERE  is  a  happy  land, 
Far,  far  away, — 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day  : 
O  how  they  sweetly  sing, — 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King; 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring 
Forever  more. 


INFANT  CLASSES.  81 

2  Come  to  this  happy  land, 
Come,  come  away ; 

Why  will  ye  doubting  stand? 

Why  still  delay  ? 
O  we  shall  happy  be. 
When,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest  evermore. 

3  Bright,  in  that  happy  land. 
Beams  every  eye  ; 

Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
O,  then,  to  glory  run  ; 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won ; 
And  bright  above  the  sun. 

Reign  evermore. 

144  P.  M.  86,  86,  88,  88. 

Children  praising  Jesus. 

ALMIGHTY  Lord,  with  joy  to  thee 
Our  infant  voices  rise  ; 
Accept,  O  God,  our  feeble  praise 
And  humble  sacrifice. 

Glory,  honor,  praise,  and  power, 

Be  unto  the  Lamb  forever : 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer  ; 
Hallelujah  '  praise  ye  the  Lord. 

2  We  glorify,  we  bless  thy  name, 
For  all  thy  mercies  given ; 

But  most  for  Jesus  Christ,  who  died 
To  raise  our  souls  to  heaven. 
Glory,  honor,  &c. 

3  O  bless  the  Lord,  our  gracious  God, 
Whose  mercies  thus  we  prove  : 

Who  bids  the  infant  tongue  proclaim 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

Glory,  honor,  &c. 
6 


82  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

145  8th  p.  M.  87,  87,  47. 

Praise  to  the  Saviour. 

LORD,  with  grateful  hearts  before  th?e, 
We  thy  little  children  meet, 
For  thy  goodness  to  adore  thee, 
And  thy  praises  to  repeat. 

Saviour,  hear  us ! 
Hear  us  from  thy  mercy-seat. 

2  For  thy  bounteous  gifts  we  praise  thee — 
Life,  and  peace,  and  friends,  and  home; 

Yet  a  nobler  song  we'll  raise  thee. 
Since  thou  didst  from  glory  come. 

And  didst  freely 
Suffer  in  the  sinner's  room. 

3  Wherefore,  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 
We  thy  little  flock  would  be ; 

Unto  us  thy  grace  be  given. 
Teach  us  how  to  follow  thee, 

And  for  refuge 
To  the  Rock  of  Ages  flee. 

1  4  g  13th  P.  M.  10,  10,  n,  IL 

T raise  io  Jemis, 

J'  ET  children  proclaim  their  Saviour  and  King ; 
J  To  Jesus's  name  hosannas  we  sing  : 
Our  best  adoration  to  Jesus  we  give, 
Who  purchased  salvation  that  we  may  receive. 

2  The  meek  Lamb  of  God  from  heaven  came 

down. 
To  ransom  with  blood  and  make  us  his  own ; 
He  patiently  suffer'd,  our  souls  to  redeem  ; 
Let  songs  then  be  offer'd  to  Jesus's  name. 

3  To  him  let  us  give  our  earliest  days. 
And  thankfully  live  to  publish  his  praise  : 

Our  lives  shall  confesshim  who  came  from  above ; 
Our  tongues  ever  bless  him,  and  tell  of  his  love. 


INFANT  CLASSES.  83 

147  L.M. 

Child's  ThourjMs  of  God. 

WHEN  I  look  up  to  yonder  sky, 
So  pure,  so  bright,  so  wondrous  high, 

1  think  of  One  I  cannot  see, 

But  One  who  sees  and  cares  for  me. 

2  His  name  is  God  !  he  gave  me  birth ; 
And  every  living  thing  on  earth. 

And  every  tree  and  plant  that  grows 
To  the  same  hand  its  being  owes. 

3  'Tis  he  my  daily  food  provides, 
And  all  that  I  require  besides  : 

And  when  I  close  my  slumb'ring  eye, 

1  sleep  in  peace,  for  he  is  nigh. 

4  Then  surely  I  should  ever  love 
This  gracious  God  who  reigns  above ; 
For  very  kind  indeed  is  he 

To  love  a  little  child  like  me. 

148  c.M. 

God  see.%  7tears,  and  knows  Me. 

GOD  is  in  heaven — can  he  hear 
A  feeble  prayer  like  mine  ? 
Yes,  little  child — thou  need'st  not  fear : 
He  will  attend  to  thine. 

2  God  is  in  heaven — can  he  see 
When  1  am  doing  wrong  ? 

Yes,  that  he  can — he  looks  at  thee 
All  day  and  all  night  long. 

3  God  is  in  heaven — would  he  know 
If  I  should  tell  a  lie  ? 

Yes,  if  thou  said'st  it  very  low, 
He  'd  hear  it  in  the  sky. 

4  God  is  in  heaven — can  I  go 
To  thank  him  for  his  care  ? 

Not  yet — but  love  him  here  below, 
And  thou  shalt  praise  him  there. 


84  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

249  8th  p.  M.  87,  87,  47. 

ChUdren^s  Worship. 

LORD,  a  little  band  and  lowly, 
We  are  come  to  sing  of  thee  ; 
Thou  art  great,  and  high,  and  holy ; 
O  how  solemn  we  should  be. 

May  thy  Spirit 
Teach  us  how  to  worship  thee. 

2  Fill  our  hearts  with  thoughts  of  Jesus, 
And  of  heaven,  where  he  is  gone  ; 

And  let  nothing  ever  please  us 
He  would  grieve  to  look  upon. 

May  we  ever 
Live  to  him,  and  him  alone. 

3  Heavenly  Father,  thou  hast  told  us 
What  thou'd  have  us  be  and  do ; 

Thou  dost  evermore  behold  us. 
And  dost  search  us  through  and  through. 

Thoughts  unholy 
Thou  dost  weigh,  and  actions  too. 

4  May  our  sins  be  all  forgiven. 
Make  us  fear  whate'er  is  wrong ; 

Lead  us  in  the  way  to  heaven. 
There  to  sing  a  nobler  song. 

Praise  and  glory 
To  the  Lord  our  God  belong. 

150  L.M 

The  Penitent  CJiiZd. 

LORD,  I  have  dared  to  disobey 
My  friends  on  earth,  and  thee  in  heaven  : 
O  help  me  now  to  come  and  pray, 
For  Jesus'  sake,  to  be  forgiven. 

2  I  cannot  say  I  did  not  know, 
For  I've  been  taught  thy  holy  Avill ; 

And  while  my  conscience  told  me  so, 
And  bade  me  stop,  I  did  it  still. 


INFANT  CLASSES.  85 

3  But  thou  wast  there  to  see  my  crime, 
And  write  it  in  thy  judgment-book  : 

O  make  me  fear,  another  time, 
A  sinful  thought,  or  word,  or  look. 

4  Forgive  me,  Lord  ;  forgive,  I  pray, 
This  wicked  thing  that  I  have  done  ; 

And  take  my  sinful  heart  away. 
And  make  me  holy,  like  thy  Son. 

151  CM. 

Promptness  and  Care. 

CHILDREN. 

To  Sabbath  school,  to  Sabbath  school, 
We'll  haste,  we'll  haste  away  ; 
We  '11  early  be  at  Sabbath  school, 
Nor  ever  stop  to  play. 

TEACHERS. 

2  At  Sabbath  school,  at  Sabbath  school, 
This  precious  holy  day  ; 

Be  careful  at  the  Sabbath  school 
Your  lessons  well  to  say. 

CHILDREN. 

3  At  Sabbath  school,  at  Sabbath  school, 
This  precious  holy  da,^ ; 

We'll  careful  be  at  Saboath  school 
Our  lessons  well  to  say. 

TEACHERS. 

4  At  Sabbath  school,  at  Sabbath  school. 
Your  teachers'  voice  obey  ; 

And  listen  at  the  Sabbath  school 
To  everything  they  say. 

BOTH. 

5  The  Sabbath  school,  the  Sabbath  school, 
It  is  the  place  of  prayer  ; 

We'll  solemn  be  at  Sabbath  school. 
For  God  himself  is  there. 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

J 52  ethT.  M.  6  lines  7s. 

Hosanna  to  Jesus. 

CHILDREN  of  Jerusalem 
Sang  the  praise  of  Jesus'  name ; 
Children,  too,  of  modern  days. 
Join  to  sing  the  Saviour's  praise : 
Hark  !  while  infant  voices  sing 
Loud  hosannas  to  our  King ! 

2  We  are  taught  to  love  the  Lord, 
We  are  taught  to  read  his  Word  ; 
We  are  taught  the  way  to  heaven : 
Praise  for  all  to  God  be  given  : 
Hark  !  while  infant  voices  sing 
Loud  hosannas  to  our  King! 

3  Parents,  teachers,  old  and  young, 
All  unite  to  swell  the  song  : 
Higher,  and  yet  higher  rise, 

Till  hosannas  reach  the  skies  : 
Hark  !  while  infant  voices  sing 
Loud  hosannas  to  our  King ! 

153  P.M.  76,  76. 

The  Love  of  Jesus. 

I  LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  : 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 
From  the  accursed  load. 

2  I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 
To  wash  my  crimson  stains 

White  in  his  blood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

3  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus  : 
All  fullness  dwells  in  him  ; 

He  healeth  my  diseases. 
He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 


INFANT  CLASSES. 

4  I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 
My  burdens  and  my  cares  ; 

He  from  them  all  releases, 
He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 

5  I  love  the  name  of  Jesus — 
Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord! 

Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 
His  name  is  spread  abroad. 

6  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 
Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild  ; 

I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 
The  Father'5;  holy  child. 

7  I  long  to  he  with  Jesus, 
Amid  tT:ie  heavenly  throng; 

To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 
And  learn  the  angels'  song. 

154  s.  M. 

HpniK,  far  an  Infani  CUidfi. 
O^VIOUR,  do  thou  appear, 
iO  Our  Sabbath  school  to  bless ; 
Give  to  our  youthful  hearts  thy  fear. 
And  perfect  rj^ghteousness. 

3  Thy  houtidless  grace  reveal, 
And  all  our  fears  remove  ; 

And  let  our  youthful  spirits  feel 
The  kindlmgs  of  thy  love. 

3  .Subdue  ■our  hearts  to  tiiee. 
And  may  our  infant  tongues 

From  alloffense  and  guile  be  free« 
And  full  of  .cheerful  songs. 

4  Call  us  each  one  by  name, 
Receive  each  child  as  thine  ; 

iVnd  O,  regard  our  youthful  claim, 
Witb.  benefits  divine. 


88  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

J^55        P.  M.  446,  446 ;  or,  C.  M. 

Littte  Child's  3fo>ming  Hymn. 


T 


IHE  morning  bright, 
"With  rosy  light, 
Has  waked  me  up  from  sleep : 
Father,  I  own 
Thy  love  alone 
Thy  little  one  doth  keep. 

2  All  through  the  day 
I  humbly  pray, 

Be  thou  my  guard  and  guide: 

My  sins  forgive. 

And  let  me  live, 
Blest  Jesus,  near  thy  side. 

3  O  make  thy  rest 
Within  my  breast, 

Great  Spirit  of  all  grace  : 

Make  me  like  thee — 

Then  shall  I  be 
Prepared  to  see  thy  face. 

156  L.m. 

Against  Evil  Wards. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  to  thee  I  cry, 
Assist  a  child's  infirmity  :; 
Nor  let  me  with  my  lips  draw  nigh, 
While  my  heart  wanders  far  from  thee. 

2  Ah !  never  let  me  speak  a  word 
But  what  with  all  rny  soul  I  rneari; 

Or  iie  to  thee,  thou  glorious  Lord, 
By  whom  ray  every  thought  is  seen. 

3  But  with  submissive  lowliness 
Should  I  approach  thy  glorious  throiae; 

How  can  I  hope  by  words  to  please^ 
To  please  a  God  I  liave  net  known? 


INFANT  CLASSES.  89 

4  I  know  not  what  to  do  or  say. 
Till  thy  bless'd  Spirit  I  receive, 

And  Jesus  teaches  nie  to  pray, 
And  Jesus  teaches  me  to  live. 

157  P.  M.  87,  87,  87. 

Tlie  Good  Shephet'd. 

GRACIOUS  Saviour,  gentle  Shepherd, 
Little  ones  are  dear  to  thee  ; 
Gather'd  with  thine  arms,  and  carried 

•  In  thy  bosom,  we  may  be 
Sweetly,  fondly,  safely  tended — 
From  all  want  and  danger  Iree. 

2  Tender  Shepherd,  never  leave  us 
From  thy  fold  to  go  astray; 

By  thy  look  of  love  direct  us  : 
May  we  walk  the  narrow  way. 

Thus  direct  us,  and  defenti  us, 
Lest  we  fall  to  sm  a  prey. 

3  Cleanse  our  hearts  from  sinful  folly, 
In  the  stream  thy  love  supplied  ; 

Mingled  stream  of  blood  and  water. 
Flowing  from  thy  wounded  side  ; 

And  to  lieavenly  pastures  lead  us, 
Where  the  peaceful  waters  glide. 

4  Let  tliy  holy  Word  instruct  us; 
Fill  our  minds  with  heavenly  light : 

Let  thy  love  and  grace  constrain  us, 

To  approve  whale'er  is  right ; 
Take  thy  easy  yoke  and  wear  it. 

And  to  prove  thy  burden  light. 

5  Taught  to  lisp  the  holy  praises 
Which  on  earth  thy  children  sing. 

Both  with  lips  and  hearts  unfeigned 
May  we  our  thank-ofterings  bring. 

And  with  all  the  saints  in  glory 
Join  to  praise  the  Shepherd-King. 


90  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

253  p.  M.  446,  446;  or,  C  M 

LitUe  Child's  Eveninrj  nymn. 

mHE  daylight  fades; 
J.    The  evening  shades 
Are  gathering  round  my  head  : 
Father  above, 

1  praise  that  love 

Which  smooths  and  guards  my  bed, 

2  While  thou  art  near, 
1  need  not  lear 

The  gloom  ot  midnight  hour : 

Blest  Jesus,  still 

From  every  ill 
Defend  me  with  thy  power, 

3  Pardon  my  sin. 
And  enter  in 

And  sanctify  my  heart: 

Spirit  divine, 

O  make  me  thine, 
And  ne'er  from  me  depart. 

159  L.  M. 

Prayer  for  Conversion. 

LORD,  look  upon  a  little  child, 
By  nature  sinful,  rude,  and  wild: 
O  !  put  thy  gracious  hands  on  me, 
And  make  me  all  i  ought  to  be. 

2  Make  me  thy  child,  a  child  of  Ood, 
Wash'd  in  my  Saviour's  precious  blood  ■ 
And  my  whole  heart,  from  sin  set  free, 
A  little  vessel  full  of  thee. 

3  A  star  of  early  dawn  and  bright. 
Shining  within  thy  sacred  light; 
A  beam  of  grace  to  all  around  ; 

A  littie  spot  ol  hallow'd  ground. 


INFANT  CLASSES.  91 

4  Dear  Jesus,  take  me  to  thy  breast, 
And  bless  me,  that  I  may  be  blest ; 
Both  when  I  wake,  and  when  I  sleep, 
Thy  little  lamb  in  safety  keep. 

2  5  Q  4th  P.  M.  886,  886. 

«  The  Little  Oner 

IN  Holy  Scriptures  1  am  told, 
That  there  are  lambs  withm  the  fold 
Of  God's  beloved  Son  ; 
That  Jesus  Christ,  with  tender  care. 
Will  in  his  arms  most  gently  bear 
The  helpless  "little  one." 

2  And  I,  a  little  straying  lamb. 
May  come  to  Jesus  as  1  am, 

Though  goodness  I  have  none; 
May  now  be  folded  on  his  breast. 
As  birds  within  the  parent  nest, 

And  be  his  "little  one." 

3  And  he  can  do  all  this  for  me, 
Because  he  died,  on  Calvary, 

For  children's  sins  to'  atone  ; 
And,  having  wash'd  their  guilt  away, 
He  now  rejoices  day  by  day, 

To  cleanse  the  "little  one." 

4  Others  there  are,  who  love  me  too; 
But  who,  with  all  their  love,  can  do 

What  Jesus  Christ  has  done  ? 
Then,  if  he  teaches  me  to  pray, 
I'll  surely  go  to  him  and  say. 

Lord  !  keep  thy  "little  one." 

5  Thus  by  this  gracious  Shepherd  fed, 
And  by  his  mercy  gently  led 

Where  living  waters  run, 
My  greatest  pleasure  will  be  this, 
That  I'm  a  little  lamb  of  his. 

Who  loves  the  "  little  one." 


92  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

161  CM. 

Prayer  for  Grace. 

SOON  as  my  infant  lips  can  speak 
Their  feeble  prayer  to  thee, 
O  let  my  heart  thy  favor  seek — 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  In  childhood's  following  years  my  tongue 
Tuned  to  thy  praise  shall  be, 

And  this  the'  expressive  humble  song — 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

3  From  every  sin  that  wounds  the  heart 
May  I  be  taught  to  tlee  ; 

O  bid  them  all  from  me  depart — 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

4  When,  with  life's  heavy  load  oppress'd, 
I  bend  the  trembling  knee  ; 

Then  give  my  suft'ring  spirit  rest — 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

5  O  let  me,  on  the  bed  of  death, 
Thy  great  salvation  see  ; 

And  cry,  with  my  expiring  breath, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

162  4th  P.  M.  886,  886. 

Cldldren  srupx>Ucati7ig. 

OUR  Father,  hallow'd  be  thy  name, 
The  sweetest  infant  lips  can  frame, 

We  lift  our  prayer  to  thee  : 
Do  thou  the  Holy  Spirit  send. 
Our  guardian,  guide,  instructor,  friend, 

And  comforter  to  be. 
2  Protect  and  lead  our  erring  youth 
In  paths  of  piety  and  truth, 

Nor  ever  let  us  stray  ; 
But,  through  the  Saviour's  dying  love 
Bring  us  to  dwell  with  thee  above 

In  everlasting  day. 


INFANT  CLASSES.  93 

2(^3  5th  p.  M.  4 /mc5  7s. 

An  Infant's  Prayer. 

JESUS,  Saviour,  Son  of  God, 
Who  for  me  life's  pathway  trod. 
Who  for  me  became  a  child; 
Make  me  humble,  meek,  and  mild. 

2  I  thy  little  lamb  would  be; 
Jesus,  1  would  follow  thee  : 
Samuel  was  thy  child  of  old ; 
Take  me,  too,  within  thy  fold. 

3  Teach  me  how  to  pray  to  thee  ; 
Make  me  holy,  heavenly  : 

Let  me  love  v/hat  thou  dost  love  ; 
Let  me  live  with  thee  above. 

164  CM. 

Agahist  Wandering  Thouglds. 

WHEN  daily  I  kneel  down  to  pray, 
As  I  am  taught  to  do, 
God  does  not  care  for  what  I  say, 
Unless  I  feel  it  too. 

2  Yet  foolish  thoughts  my  heart  beguile  ; 
And  when  I  pray  or  sing, 

I'm  often  thinking  all  the  while 
About  some  other  thing. 

3  Some  idle  play,  or  childish  toy. 
Can  send  my  thoughts  abroad  ; 

Though  this  should  be  my  greatest  joy- 
To  love  and  seek  the  Lord. 

4  O,  let  me  never,  never  dare 
To  act  the  tritler's  part ; 

Or  think  that  God  will  hear  a  prayer 
That  comes  not  from  my  heart. 

5  But  if  I  make  his  ways  my  choice, 
As  holy  children  do. 

Then,  while  I  seek  him  with  my  voice, 
My  heart  will  love  him  too. 


165 


V 


94  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s. 
Morning  Jlymnfor  an  Infant  School. 

FIRST  CLASS. 

ITTLE  schoolmates,  can  you  tell 
Who  has  kept  lis  safe  and  well, 
Through  the  watches  of  the  night, 
Brought  us  safe  to  see  the  light  ? 

SECOND  CLASS. 

2  Yes  ;  it  is  our  God  does  keep 
Little  children  while  they  sleep  ; 
He  has  kept  us  safe  from  harm, 
Shelter'd  by  his  powerful  arm. 

FIRST  CLASS. 

3  Can  you  tell  who  gives  us  food, 
Clothes,  and  home,  and  parents  good, 
Schoolmates  dear,  and  teachers  kind, 
Useful  books,  and  active  mind? 

SECOND  CLASS. 

4  Yes  ;  our  heav'nly  Father's  care 
Gives  us  all  we  eat  and  v/ear ; 
All  our  books,  and  all  our  friends, 
God,  in  kindness,  to  us  sends. 

CHORUS. 

5  0,  then,  let  us  thankful  be. 
For  his  mercies  large  and  free  ; 
Every  morning  let  us  raise 
Our  young  voices  in  his  praise. 

2  g  g  6th  P.  M.  6  lines  7s. 

The  Little  Lambs. 

YERY  little  ones  are  we, 
O  how  mild  we  all  should  be ! 
Never  quarrel,  never  fight: 
This  would  be  a  shocking  sight. 
And  would  break  a  happy  rule 
Of  our  much-loved  infant  school. 


INFANT  CLASSES.  95 

2  Just  like  pretty  little  lambs 
Softly  skipping  by  their  dams, 
We'll  be  gentle  all  the  clay, 
Love  to  learn  as  well  as  play  ; 
And  attend  to  every  rule 

Of  our  much-loved  infant  schooL 

3  In  the  winter,  when  'tis  mild, 
We  may  run,  but  not  be  wild  ; 
But  m  summer  we  must  walk, 
And  improve  the  time  by  talk.; 
Thus  we  may  come  nice  and  cool 
To  our  much-loved  infant  school. 


167  •  CM. 

A7i  Infant" s  Uumn. 

I'M  not  too  young  to  love  the  Lord, 
Who  does  so  much  for  me  ; 
My  blessings  come  alone  from  God — 
How  thankful  I  should  be  ! 

2  I  'm  not  too  young  a  prayer  to  raise 
To  God  who  dwells  on  high  ; 

He  '11  listen  to  my  song  of  praise, 
And  hear  my  feeble  cry. 

3  I  'm  not  too  young  for  Christ  to  save; 
He  even  died  for  me  ; 

Yes!  h^his-life  for  children  gave, 
And  will  their  Saviour  be. 

4  I'm  not  too  young  to  die  and  go 
To  Jesus  Christ  in  heaven  ; 

But  ere  I  reach  that  place  I  know 
My  sins  must  be  forgiven. 

5  O  Saviour,  listen  to  my  prayer. 
And  change  this  heart  of  mine  ; 

O !  take  an  infant  to  thy  care. 
And  make  me  wholly  thine. 


96  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

|gg  lOth  P.M.  Klines  8s. 

Gratitude  to  Parents. 

MY  father,  my  mother,  1  know 
I  cannot  your  kindness  repay ; 
But  I  hope  that,  as  older  1  grow, 
I  shall  learn  your  commands  to'  obey. 

2  You  loved  me  before  I  could  tell 
Who  it  was  that  so  tenderly  smiled  ; 

But  now  that  I  know  it  so  well, 
I  should  be  a  most  dutiful  child. 

3  I  am  sorry  that  ever  I  should 
Be  naughty  and  give  you  a  pain  ; 

I  hope  I  shall  learn  to  be  good, 
And  so  never  grieve  you  again. 

4  But  lest,  after  all,  I  should  dare 
To  act  an  undutiful  part. 

Whenever  [  'm  saying  my  prayer, 
1  '11  ask  for  a  teachable  heart. 

J  g  9  26th  P.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76. 

The  Child's  Wish. 

I  WANT  to  be  an  angel, 
And  with  the  angeis  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  my  hand. 
There,  right  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I'd  wake  the  sweetest  music. 
And  praise  him  day  and  night. 

2  I  never  should  be  weary, 

Nor  ever  shed  a  tear, 
Nor  ever  know  a  sorrow, 

Nor  ever  feel  a  fear  ; 
But  blessed,  pure,  and  holy, 

I'd  dwell  in  Jesus'  sight. 
And  with  ten  thousand  thousands 

Praise  him  both  day  and  night. 


INFANT  CLASSES.  97 

3  I  know  I  'm  weak  and  sinful, 
But  Jesus  will  forgive, 

For  many  little  children 
Have  gone  to  heaven  to  live. 

Dear  Saviour,  when  1  languish, 
And  lay  me  down  to  die, 

O,  send  a  shining  angel 
To  bear  me  to  the  .sky. 

4  O,  there  I  '11  be  an  angel, 
And  with  the  angels  stand, 

A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  my  hand  ; 
And  there  before  my  Saviour 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I'll  join  the  heavenly  music. 

And  praise  him  day  and  night. 

170  CM. 

Sweet  Sablath  School. 

HOW  sweet  upon  the  Sabbath  day, 
To  meet  with  one  accord, 
I  Where  we  our  Scripture  lessons  say, 

And  learn  to  serve  the  Lord. 

I  2  They  tell  usJiere  the  little  child— 

Though  very  young,  as  we — 
May  come  to  Him  who  gently  smiled 
On  lisping  infancy. 

3  They  say,  he'll  take  us  to  his  arms, 
And  then  pronounce  us  blest ; 

And  that  we  're  safe  from  threat'ning  harms, 
Reposing  on  his  breast. 

4  They  tell  us,  too,  that  childhood's  voice 
Our  Jesus  loves  to  hear, — 

When  meekly  we  in  praise  rejoice, 
'T  is  pleasing  in  his  ear. 
7 


98  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

\'J\  8th  P.  M.  87,  87,  47. 

ITctlleliiJah. 

MIGHTY  God,  while  angels  bless  thee, 
May  not  infants  lisp  thy  name  ? 
Lord  of  men  as  well  as  angels, 
Thou  art  every  creature's  theme ! 

Hallelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Amen! 
2  Lord  of  every  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days, 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation, 
Be  thy  just  and  lawful  praise  : 

Hallelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Amen! 

J72  6th  P.  M.  6  Zincs  7s. 

Praise  and  Prayer. 

MEET  and  right  it  is,  that  I 
Should  my  Maker  glorify  ; 
Born  for  this  alone  1  am, 
God  to  praise  through  Jesus'  name  : 
Author  of  my  life,  receive 
Praise,  the  best  a  child  can  give. 
2  Teach  me,  as  I  older  grow, 
Thee  in  Christ  aright  to  know  ; 
That  I  may  thy  blessings  prize, 
Brmg  thee  Jesus'  sacrifice  ; 
Thee  with  understanding  praise; 
Love,  and  serve  thee  all  my  days. 

173  4th  P.  M.  8S6,  866. 

For  Thou  Jiasi  heen  Strength  to  the  Poor. 

GREAT  God,  our  infant  voices  raise, 
And  tune  our  lips  and  hearts  with  praise | 
Thy  goodness  to  adore  ; 
Our  life,  our  health,  our  every  friend, 
From  thee  arose,  on  thee  depend, 
Kind  Father  of  the  poor. 


INFANT  CLASSES.  99 

2  Stretch  o'er  our  heads  thy  guardian  wings, 
Secure  the  weak,  O  King  of  kings ! 

The  stranger's  refuge  be  ; 
And,  as  thy  hand  conducts  our  youth, 
Inspire  our  tender  minds  with  truth — 

The  truth  that  leads  to  thee. 

174  L.M. 

TTim  tht(t  cometh  to  J/e  I  icill  in  no  icise  cast  out. 

DEAR  Saviour,  let  an  infant  claim 
The  favor  to  address  thy  name : 
Thou  wast  so  meek,  that  babes  may  be 
Encouraged  to  draw  near  to  thee. 

2  Now  to  a  child,  dear  Lord,  impart 
A  penitent,  believing  heart ; 

O,  cleanse  me  by  thy  precious  blood, 
And  till  me  with  the  love  of  God. 

3  Though  oft  I  sin.  yet  save  me  still, 
And  make  me  love  thy  sacred  will ; 
Each  day  prepare  me  by  thy  grace 
With  joy  at  last  to  see  thy  face. 

275  9th  P.  M.  87,  87. 

TJce  Good  Sliephenl. 

JESLTS  says  that  we  must  love  him  ; 
Helpless  as  theWambs  are  we  ; 
But  he  very  kindly  tells  us, 
That  our  Shepherd  he  will  be. 

2  Heavenly  Shepherd,  deign  to  watch  us. 
Guard  us  both  by  niL^lit  and  day ; 

Pity  show  to  little  children, 
Who  like  lambs  too  often  stray. 

3  We  are  always  prone  to  wander. 
Grant  to  keep  us  from  each  snare  ; 

Teach  our  infant  hearts  to  praise  thee 
For  thy  kindness  and  thy  care. 


100        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

27(5  5th  p.  M.  4 /mc*  7s, 

A  little  Child's  Prayer. 

GENTLE  Jesus,  meek  and  mild, 
Look  upon  a  little  child ; 
Pity  my  simplicity, 
Suffer  me  to  come  to  thee. 

2  Fain  I  would  to  thee  be  brought ; 
Gracious  Lord,  forbid  it  not : 
Give  a  little  child  a  place 

In  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace. 

3  I  shall  then  show  forth  thy  praise, 
Serve  thee  all  my  happy  days  : 
Then  the  world  shall  always  see 
Christ,  the  holy  Child,  in  me. 

177  s.M. 

Evening. 

THE  sun  has  gone  to  rest, 
The  bee  forsakes  the  flower, 
The  young  bird  slumbers  in  its  nest 
Within  the  leafy  bower. 

2  Where  have  I  been  this  day  ? 
Into  what  folly  run  ? 

Forgive  me,  Father,  when  I  pray. 
Through  Jesus  Christ,  thy  Son. 

3  When  all  my  days  are  o'er, 
And  in  the  grave  I  lie, 

Do  thou  permit  my  soul  to  soar 
To  worlds  beyond  the  sky. 

178  5th  P.  M.  4 /me*  7s. 

The  JTumiliation  of  Christ. 

CHRIST  is  merciful  and  mild, 
He  was  once  a  little  child  : 
He  whom  heavenly  hosts  adore 
Lived  on  earth  among  the  poor. 


INFANT  CLASSES.  101 

2  Every  bird  can  build  its  nest : 
Foxes  have  taeir  place  of  rest : 
He,  by  whom  the  world  was  made, 
Had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

3  He  who  is  the  Lord  most  high, 
Then  was  poorer  far  than  I, 
That  I  might  hereafter  be 

Rich  to  all  eternity. 

179  c;.M. 

Earhj  Consecration. 

NOW  that  our  journey's  just  begun, 
Our  road  so  little  trod, 
We  '11  come,  before  we  further  run, 
And  give  ourselves  to  God. 

2  And  lest  we  should  be  ever  led 
Through  sinful  paths  to  stray, 

We  would  at  once  begin  to  tread 
In  wisdom's  pleasant  way. 

3  What  sorrows  may  our  steps  attend 
We  never  can  foretell ; 

But  if  the  Lord  will  be  our  friend, 
We  know  all  will  be  well. 

;[3Q  9th  P.  M.  87,  87. 

Evening  Hymn. 

JESUS,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me, 
Bless  thy  little  lamb  to-night; 
Through  the  darkness  be  thou  near  me, 
Keep  me  safe  till  mornmg  light. 

2  Through  this  day  thy  hand  has  led  me. 
And  I  thank  thee  for  thy  care  ; 

Thou  hast  warm'd  me,  clothed,  and  fed  me-, 
Listen  to  my  evening  prayer. 

3  Let  my  sins  be  all  forgiven. 
Bless  the  friends  I  love  so  well ; 

Take  me,  when  I  die,  to  heaven, 
Happy  there  with  thee  to  dwell. 


102        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

]^  g ;[  P.  M.  86,  86,  88,  86. 

Aicay  to  Sabbath  School. 

THE  morning  sky  is  bright  and  clear — 
Away  to  Sabbath  school ; 
Let  each  one  in  the  class  appear — 

Away  to  Sabbath  school : 
'Tis  there  we  learn  his  holy  Word, 
And  lind  the  road  that  leads  to  God. 
Away,  away,  away,  away, 
Away  to  Sabbath  school. 

2  In  season  let  us  all  be  there — 
Away  to  Sabbath  school ; 

That  we  may  jom  the  opening  prayer — 

Away  to  Sabbath  school : 
There  we  can  raise  our  hearts  to  heaven, 
And  praise  the  Lord  for  blessings  given. 

Away,  away,  away,  away, 

Away  to  Sabbath  school. 

3  Let  us  remember,  while  at  prayer, 
When  at  the  SablDath  school. 

Our  teachers'  kindness,  and  their  care, 

Toward  our  Sabbath  school. 
We'll  be  submissive,  good,  and  kind, 
And  every  rule  and  order  mind. 
Away,  aAvay,  away,  away. 
Away  to  Sabbath  school. 

182  L.M., 

lie  gathereth  the  Lanibs  icith  his  Arm. 

OLORD  our  Shepherd,  deien  to  keep 
Thy  little  lambs,  thy  feeble  sheep ; 
And  when  our  feet  would  go  astray, 
Restrain  and  guide  us  in  thy  way. 

2  When  faint  and  trembling  with  alarms, 
O  gather  us  within  thine  arms  ; 
Kind  Shepherd,  on  thy  gracious  breast 
The  weakest  lamb  may  safely  rest.     • 


INFANT  CLASSES.  103 

Igg  5th  P.  M.  4  Zmes  7s. 

Christ  Uveth  in  Me. 

LOVING  Jesus,  gentle  Lamb, 
In  thy  gracious  hands  I  am  ; 
Make  me.  Saviour,  what  thou  art ; 
Live  thyself  within  my  heart. 

2  1  shall  then  show  forth  thy  praise  ; 
Serve  thee  all  my  happy  days  ; 
Then  the  world  shall  always  see 
Christ,  the  holy  Child,  in  me. 

184  P.  M.  55,  55,  77. 

The  Precious  Sdbhath  School. 

LOVELY  is  the  dawn 
Of  each  rising  day  ; 
Loveliest  the  morn 
Of  the  Sabbath  day : 
Yet  our  joys  would  not  be  full 
Had  we  not  the  Sabbath  school. 

2  All  the  week  we  spend 
Full  of  youth  and  bliss  ; 

Every  changing  scene 
Brings  its  happiness  ; 
Yet  no  joys  are  half  as  full, 
As  we  meet  at  Sabbath  school. 

3  Why  do  children  stay 
From  this  source  of  joy? 

What  we  learn  to-day 
Time  cannot  destroy ; 
And  we  wish  the  seats  were  full 
At  this  precious  Sabbath  school. 

4  Teachers,  you  are  kind 
Thus  to  point  the  road. 

Leading  us  from  sin 
To  our  Father,  God; 
And  our  joys  are  ever  full, 
When  we  are  at  Sabbath  school. 


104       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

;[g5  9th  P.  M.  87,  87. 

Mutual  Love, 
a  T  ITTLE  children,  love  each  other;" 

JLi  'T  is  the  blessed  Saviour's  rule : 
Every  little  one  is  brother 

To  his  play-fellows  at  school. 

2  We're  all  children  of  one  Father, 
That  great  God  who  reigrs  above  ; 

Shall  we  quarrel  ?    No ;  much  raiher 
Would  we  dwell  like  him — in  love. 

3  He  has  placed  us  here  together, 
That  we  may  be  good  and  kind  ■ 

He  is  ever  watching  whether 
We  are  one  in  heart  and  mind. 

4  Who  is  stronger  than  the  other? 
Let  him  be  the  weak  one's  friend  : 

Who's  more  playthings  than  his  brother  1 
He  should  like  to  give  or  lend. 

5  All  they  have  they  share  with  others, 
With  kind  looks  and  gentle  words : 

Thus  they  live  like  happy  brothers, 
And  are  known  to  be  the  Lord's. 

186  c-^'^- 

Example  of  Clirht. 

MY  Saviour,  now  in  heaven  above, 
But  once  a  child  like  me ; 
Look  down  upon  me  in  thy  love. 
And  make  me  like  to  thee. 

2  O  make  me  holy  as  thou  wert. 
When  thou  on  earth  didst  live ; 

0  take  away  my  wicked  heart — 
A  better  nature  give. 

3  I  would  be  like  thee  if  I  could, 
But  thou  must  teach  me  how  ; 

0  blessed  Saviour,  make  me  good ; 
In  mercy  hear  me  now. 


EAELY  PIETY, 


INVITATIONS  AND  WARNINGS. 

187  c-M- 

ChrisVs  Invitation. 

OUR  Saviour  bids  the  children  come  5- 
He  bids  us  come  to  him  ; 
And,  as  in  other  days,  he  spreads 
His  arras  to  take  us  in. 

2  Forever  blessed  be  his  name ; 
No  earthly  love  like  his  ! 

O  may  it  draw  our  hearts  to  him, 
And  to  the  world  of  bliss ! 

3  There  may  we  come  at  last,  to  sing 
In  nobler  strains  his  praise  ; 

And  join  the  little  ones  who  stand 
Before  our  Father's  face. 

188  s-^^- 

Progress  and  Consequence  of  Sin. 

OUR  evil  actions  spring 
From  small  and  hidden  seeds  : 
At  first  we  think  some  wicked  thing, 
Then  practice  sinful  deeds. 

2  Wherever  sin  begins, 

It  tends  to  death  and  woe ; 

And  he  who  heeds  not  little  sins 

A  sinner's  doom  shall  know. 

3  O  for  a  holy  fear 
Of  every  evil  way, 

That  we  may  never  venture  near 
The  path  that  leads  astray. 


106       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

]^g9  3d  p.  M.  4  6s  and  2  8s. 

Youthful  Piety. 

0  WHILE  the  light  from  heaven 
5   Rests  on  life's  early  morn, 
When  with  each  blessing  given 

A  new  delight  is  born, 
Dear  little  ones,  his  praises  sing, 
From  whom  your  choicest  comforts  spring 

2  Ere  earth's  bright  scenes  shall  fade, 
And  joys  like  flowers  depart, 

O  be  the  purpose  made 

To  give  to  God  your  heart : 
Dear  little  ones,  remember  him. 
Ere  care  and  grief  your  bright  hopes  dim. 

3  His  easy  yoke  now  take 
Upon  you  with  delight ; 

His  tender  love  will  make 

His  burden  very  light : 
Dear  little  ones,  be  timely  wise, 
And  make  his  holy  ways  your  choice. 

290  30th  P.  M.  11,  10,  11,  10. 

Iivcitation  to  the  Young. 

COME,  youthful  sinners,  come,  haste  to  the 
Saviour : 
Come,  ye  young  wanderers,  cling  to  his  side: 
Kneel  at  his  mercy-seat,  sue  for  his  favor, 
Lambs  of  his  bosom,  for  whom  he  hath  died. 

2  Come    to   his    temple-gate,    come    in    life's 

morning : 
Give  up  your  souls  to  the  Guide  of  your  youth : 
How  fair  is  grace,  the  young  bosom  adorning  ! 
What  robe  so  pure  as  the  raiment  of  truth  ? 

3  Can  you  find  pleasure  in  pathways  unholy  ? 
Hope  ye  for  wisdom  in  wandering  from  God? 

Sorrow  and  shame  wait  the  votaries  of  folly  : 
Earth  has  no  comfort  not  found  in  his  blood. 


EARLY  PIETY.  107 

4  Has  he  not  died  for  you  ?  gaze  on  his  passion : 
There  see  the  tokens  of  sorrow  and  love. 

Lives  he  not  now  for  you  ?  Jesus  the  Saviour 
Bled  and  ascended  to  crown  you  above. 

■J  C|  ]^  26th  P.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76. 

Remeraber  thy  Creator. 

EEMEMBER  thy  Creator, 
While  youth's  fair  spring  is  bright ; 
Before  thy  cares  are  greater, 

Before  comes  age's  night : 
While  yet  the  sun  shines  o'er  thee, 

While  stars  the  darkness  cheer  ; 
While  life  is  all  before  thee, 

Thy  great  Creator  fear. 
2  Remember  thy  Creator, 

Before  the  dust  returns 
^  To  earth — for  'tis  its  nature — 

And  life's  last  ember  burns. 
Before  the  God  who  gave  it 

The  spirit  shall  appear; 
He  cries,  who  died  to  save  it, 

Thy  great  Creator  fear. 

192  CM. 

Suffer  the  little  Children  to  come  wito  Me. 

SEE,  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands 
With  all-enga^irig  charms  ; 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs. 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

2  Permit  them  to  approach,  he  cries, 
Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 

For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
The  Lord  of  angels  came. 

3  We  bring  them.  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 
And  yield  them  up  to  thee  ; 

Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 


108        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

293  P.  M.  64,  64,  44,  64. 

Invitation. 

CHILD  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Fill'd  with  dismay, 
Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 

Yield  thee  to-day ; 
Heaven  bids  thee  come, 
While  yet  there 's  room  ; 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Hear  and  obey. 
2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Why  wilt  thou  die  ? 
Come,  while  thou  canst  borrow 

Help  from  on  high: 
Grieve  not  that  love. 
Which  from  above, 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow. 
Would  bring  thee  nigh. 

194  CM. 

Tlie  NeiD  Birtli. 

THEY  tell  me  that  beyond  the  seas, 
In  distant  heathen  lands, 
The  people  worship  idol  gods. 
The  work  of  human  hands. 

2  They  never  heard  of  Jesus  Christ, 
And  all  his  dying  love  ; 

They  fear  not  hell  below,  nor  care 
For  joys  of  heaven  above. 

3  O,  what  a  wretched  state  is  theirs  ! 
How  sad  no  tongue  can  say  ! 

But  am  I  wiser,  let  me  ask. 
Or  better  off  than  they  ? 

4  What  good  can  come  of  all  I  know 
Of  God's  most  holy  Word, 

Unless  my  heart  be  changed  and  brought 
To  know  and  love  the  Lord  ? 


EARLY  PIETY.  109 

5  If  I  delight  in  earthly  things, 
Instead  of  God  alone, 

I  worship  idols  just  as  they 
Who  bow  to  wood  and  stone. 

6  Since,  then,  I  am  to  evil  born 
Like  other  sons  of  men, 

O  grant,  that  by  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
I  may  be  born  again. 


295  26th  P.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76. 

Come  ere  it  he  too  late. 

OCOME  in  life's  gay  morning. 
Ere  in  thy  sunny  way 
The  flowers  of  hope  have  wither'd, 

And  sorrow  end  thy  day. 
Come,  while  from  joy's  bright  fountain 

The  streams  of  pleasure  flow. 
Come  ere  thy  buoyant  spirits 
Have  felt  the  blight  of  woe. 

2  "  Remember  thy  Creator" 
Now  in  thy  youthful  days. 

And  he  will  guide  thy  footsteps 
Through  life's  uncertain  maze. 

*'  Remember  thy  Creator," 
He  calls  in  tones  of  love, 

And  offers  deathless  glories 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

3  And  in  the  hour  of  sadness, 
When  earthly  joys  depart, 

His  love  shall  be  thy  solace, 
And  cheer  thy  drooping  heart. 

And  when  life's  storm  is  over. 
And  thou  from  earth  art  free, 

Thy  God  will  be  thy  portion 
Throughout  eternity. 


110        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

196  CM. 

Remember  thy  Creator, 

DEAR  children,  now  remember  God, 
While  health's  full  current  flows  ; 
Ere  o'er  your  path  affliction's  cloud 
Its  saddening  shadow  throws. 

2  Remember  him,  while  now  life's  spring 
Thy  smiUng  houtJ  attend; 

Revolving  days  will  winter  bring, 
Thy  transient  course  to  end. 

3  L.et  memory  those  sweet  words  retrace. 
He  spoke  thy  heart  to  gain — 

"The  soul  that,  early  seeks  my  face. 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

4  And  while  he  looks  from  worlds  on  high. 
Thus  to  remember  thee. 

Be  this  thine  ever  suppliant  cry, 
"  0  Lord,  remember  me." 

197  L.M. 

The  Children  wnrnecJ. 

CHILDREN,  hath  not  a  voice  within 
Oft  whisper'd  to  your  secret  soul — 
Urged  you  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  your  heart  to  God's  control? 

2  Hath  it  not  met  you  in  the  path 
Of  youthful  mirth  and  vanity, 

And,  pointing  to  the  coming  wrath, 
Warn'd  you  from  that  dread  wrath  to  flee? 

3  Children,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice  ; 
It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call ; 

It  bade  you  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  your  all. 

4  O  heed  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 
Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  ! 

That  call  no  longer  dare  to  slight ; 
Seek  now,  and  mercy  you  shall  find. 


EARLY  PIETY.  Ill 

198  s.M. 

Seeking  God  ichile  Tie  may  he  found. 
■]ITY  son,  know  thou  the  Lord, 
IVi   Thy  fathers'  God  obey  : 
Seek  his  protecting  care  by  night, 
His  guardian  hand  by  day. 

2  Call  while  he  may  be  found, 
And  seek  him  while  he's  near; 

Serve  him  with  all  thy  heart  and  mind, 
And  worship  him  with  fear. 

3  If  thou  wilt  seek  his  face,  > 
His  ear  will  hear  thy  cry  : 

Then  shalt  thou  find  his  mercy  sure, 
His  grace  forever  nigh. 

4  But  if  thou  leave  thy  God, 
Nor  choose  the  path  to  heaven. 

Then  shalt  thou  perish  in  thy  sins, 
And  never  be  forgiven. 

199  CM. 

Youthful  Piety. 

REMEMBER  thy  Creator  now, 
In  these  thy  youthful  days  ; 
He  will  accept  thine  earliest  vow, 
And  listen  to  thy  praise. 

2  Remember  thy  Creator  now  ; 
Seek  him  while  he  is  near : 

For  evil  days  will  come,  when  thou 
Shalt  find  no  comfort  here. 

3  Remember  thy  Creator  now — 
His  willing  servant  be  ; 

Then,  when  thy  head  in  death  shall  bow. 
He  will  remember  thee. 

4  Almighty  God  !  our  hearts  incline 
Thy  heavenly  voice  to  hear  ; 

Let  all  our  future  days  be  thine, 
Devoted  to  thy  fear. 


112       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

200  L.M. 

Sainuel. 

ONCE,  in  the  silence  of  the  night, 
The  lamp  of  God  was  clear  and  bright ; 
And  there,  by  holy  angels  kept, 
Samuel  the  child  securely  slept. 

2  An  unknown  voice  the  stillness  broke  ; 
"Samuel,"  it  call'd,  and  thrice  it  spoke  : 
He  rose — he  ask'd  whence  came  the  word? 
From  Eli  ?  no ;  it  was  the  Lord. 

3  Thus  early  call'd  to  serve  his  God, 
The  paths  of  righteousness  he  trod; 
Wisdom  and  mercy  ruled  his  breast, 
And  Israel,  taught  by  him,  was  blest. 

4  Speak,  Lord,  and  from  our  earliest  days 
Incline  our  hearts  to  love  thy  ways  ; 

O  let  thy  voice  now  reach  our  ear ;  ^ 

Speak,  Lord,  and  let  thy  servants  hear. 

201  ^-^- 

Youth  the  Season  for  Piety. 

NOW  in  the  season  of  thy  youth, 
In  nature's  smiling  bloom. 
Ere  age  arrives,  and  trembling  waits 

Its  summons  to  the  tomb, — 
Remember  thy  Creator  now  ; 

For  him  thy  powers  employ ; 
Make  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  hope, 
Thy  confidence  and  joy. 

2  He  will  defend  and  guide  thy  youth 

Through  life's  uncertain  sea. 
Till  thou  art  landed  on  the  coast 

Of  bless'd  eternity : 
Then  seek  the  Lord  at  once,  and  clioose 

The  path  of  heavenly  truth  : 
This  earth  affords  no  lovelier  sight 

Than  a  religious  youth. 


EARLY  PIETY.  113 

202  CM. 

The  WUe  Choice. 

YE  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 
In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 
Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 

And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  "  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face 
Is  sure  my  love  to  gain  ; 

And  those  that  early  seek  my  grace 
Shall  never  seek  in  vam." 

4  What  object.  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 
If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 

What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 

5  Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys. 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind ! 
'Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice. 
And  here  true  bliss  I  find. 

203  P.  M.  87,  87,  77. 

The  Truly  Blest 

THEY  are  blest,  and  blest  forever. 
Who  in  childhood's  early  day, 
Seek  the  care  of  him,  who  never 

Turns  the  seeking  soul  away. 
Jesus,  lest  their  feet  should  slide, 
Condescends  to  be  their  guide. 
2  Who  the  world's  temptations  scorning. 

Keep  in  view  the  great  reward. 
And  in  youth's  delightful  morning. 
Yield  themselves  unto  the  Lord, 
Jesus  will  their  portion  be 
Now  and  through  eternity. 
8 


114       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 


SrOTITES. 

204  36th  p.  M.  86,  886. 

Tlie  Yoimg  onmj  die. 

THE  rose-bud  yet  tinblown  may  lie 
Wither'd  beside  the  way  ; 
The  lamb  amid  the  flock  may  die, 
The  grave  unthought  of  may  be  nigli 
To  children  young  as  they. 

2  O  let  not  one  short  day  be  past, 
Without  a  pardon  sought : 

Many  a  day  has  proved  the  last, 

And  suddenly  their  lot  been  cast, 

Who  little  fear'd  or  thought. 

3  Now,  Saviour,  bless  me  ;  then,  whene'er 
My  life  or  death  may  be. 

There  shall  be  left  no  cause  for  fear. 
For  if  removed  from  living  here, 
A  heaven  remains  for  me. 

205  27th  P.  M.  4  lines  lis. 

•  Seeking  God  early. 

LIKE  mist  on  the  mountain,  like  ships  on  the 
sea. 
So  swiftly  the  years  of  our  pilgrimage  flee  ; 
In  the  grave  with  our  fathers  how  soon  we  shall 
O  children,  to-day  to  the  dear  Saviour  fly  !  [lie  ! 

2  How  sweet  are  the  flow'rets  in  April  and  May! 
Yet  often  the  frost  makes  them  wither  away : 
Like  flowers  you  may  fade ;  are  you  ready  to  die  ? 
While  "  yet  there  is  room,"  to  the  dear  Saviour  fly! 

3  When  Samuel  was  young,  he  first  knew  the 
Lord ; 

He  slept  in  his  smile,  and  rejoiced  in  his  word ! 
So,  most  of  God's  children  are  early  bro't  nigh: 
0  seek  him  in  youth — to  the  dear  Saviour  fly ! 


EARLY  PIETY.  115 

206  L.M. 

Death  approaches. 

THERE  is  an  hour  when  I  must  die, 
Nor  do  I  know  how  soon  'twill  come; 
A  thousand  children,  young  as  I, 
Are  call'd  by  death  to  hear  their  doom. 

2  Let  me  improve  the  hours  I  have, 
Before  the  day  of  grace  is  fled  ; 

There's  no  repentance  in  the  grave, 
Nor  pardon  offer'd  to  the  dead. 

3  Just  as  a  tree  cut  down,  that  fell 
To  north  or  southward,  there  it  lies  : 

So  man  departs  to  heaven  or  hell, 
Fix'd  in  the  state  wherein  he  dies. 

207  CM. 

Tlie  Soul. 

THOUGH  I  am  young,  I  have  a  soul 
The  world  can  never  buy ; 
And  while  eternal  ages  roll. 
It  will  not,  cannot  die. 

2  For  it  must  soar  to  worlds  on  high, 
Where  happy  spirits  dwell ; 

Or,  buried  with  the  wicked,  lie 
Deep  in  the  grave  of  hell. 

3  The  soul  by  numerous  sins  defiled 
Can  never  enter  heaven, 

Till  God  and  it  be  reconciled, 
And  all  its  sins  forgiven : — 

4  Till  it  be  pure  from  all  its  stains, 
In  perfect  righteousness  ; 

Cleansed  by  the  Saviour's  dying  pains, 
Renew'd  by  sovereign  grace. 

5  Pardon  it,  cleanse  it,  God  of  grace  ! 
And  let  it  holy  be  ; 

Array'd  in  thine  own  holiness. 
And  meet  to  dwell  with  thee. 


116        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

208  CM. 

Thou,  God,  seest  m£. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  thy  piercing  eye 
Strikes  through  the  shades  of  night, 
And  our  most  secret  actions  lie 
All  open  to  thy  sight. 

2  There's  not  a  sin  that  we  commit, 
Nor  wicked  word  we  say. 

But  in  thy  dreadful  book  'tis  writ, 
Against  the  judgment-day. 

3  And  must  the  crimes  that  I  have  done 
Be  read  and  published  there? 

Be  all  exposed  before  the  sun, 
While  men  and  angels  hear? 

4  Lord,  at  thy  foot  ashamed  I  lie  ; 
Upward  1  dare  not  look  ; 

Pardon  my  sins  before  I  die, 
And  blot  them  from  thy  book. 

209  CM. 

7he  Wise  Choice. 

WHY  should  we  spend  our  youthful  days 
In  folly  and  in  sin, 
When  wisdom  shows  her  pleasant  ways, 
And  bids  us  walk  therein? 

2  Folly  and  sin  our  peace  destroy; 
They  glitter  and  are  past  : 

They  yield  us  but  a  moment's  joy, 
And  end  in  death  at  last. 

3  But,  if  true  wisdom  we  possess, 
Our  joys  shall  never  cease  : 

Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

4  O  may  we,  in  our  youthful  days, 
Attend  to  wisdom's  voice  ; 

And  make  these  holy,  happy  ways, 
Our  own  delightful  choice  ! 


EARLY  PIETY.  117 

210  s.M. 

Shortiiess  of  Time. 

FEW  are  our  years,  yet  soon 
We  may  be  call'd  to  die  ; 
And,  ere  our  life  has  reach'd  its  noon, 

In  the  dark,  grave  may  lie. 
2  Early,  O  Lord,  bestow 

The  grace  to  live  or  die ; 
To  love  and  serve  thee  here  below, 
And  yonder  in  the  sky. 

2\\  5th  p.  M.  4 /me*  7s. 

Choosing  the  Better  Part. 

MANY  voices  seem  to  say, 
"Hither,  children — here's  the  way; 
Haste  along  and  nothing  fear — 
Every  pleasant  thing  is  here  !" 

2  Yes — but  whither  would  ye  lead  ? 
Is  it  happiness  indeed? 

Or  a  little  shining  show, 
Leading  down  to  death  and  woe  ? 

3  We  were  made  for  better  things  : 
High  as  heaven  our  nature  springs : 
Like  the  lark  that  upward  flies. 

We  wer»jaQBade.to  seek  the  skies: ^ 

4  We  were  maSe  tq  love  and  fear 
That  great  God  who^htee^us  here : 

Made  to  study  and  fulfill     '"""'^ "^""^ 

All  his  good  and  holy  will. 

5  We  were  made  to  work  awhile. 
Cheerful  at  our  work  to  smile  : 
Thinking,  as. we  labor  thus, 

Of  the  heaven  prepared  for  us. 

6  So,  a  pleasant  path  we'll  tread, 
By  the  hand  of  Jesus  led, 

Till  from  sin  and  sorrow  freed — 
Ours  is  happiness  indeed  ! 


118        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

212  CM. 

I  am  to  live  forever. 

THE  sun  that  lights  the  world  shall  fade. 
The  stars  shall  pass  away ; 
But  I,  a  child,  immortal  made, 
Shall  witness  their  decay. 

2  Yes,  I  shall  live  when  they  are  dead, 
Though  now  so  bright  they  shine ; 

When  earth,  and  all  it  holds,  are  fled, 
Eternitj'  is  mine. 

3  For  1  shall  never,  never  die. 
While  God  himself  remains  ; 

But  either  live  in  heaven  on  high. 
Or  bound  in  hell  in  chains. 

4  If  heaven  and  hell  ne'er  pass  away, 
To  Christ  O  let  me  flee  ; 

If  pain  be  hard  for  one  short  day, 
What  must  forever  be  ! 

213  CM. 

TJie  NarroiD  Way. 

THERE  is  a  path  that  leads  to  God- 
All  others  go  astray : 
Narrow,  but  pleasant  is  the  road. 
And  Christians  love  the  way. 

2  It  leads  straight  through  this  world  of  sin, 
And  dangers  must  be  pass'd  ; 

But  those  who  boldly  walk  therein 
Will  come  to  heaven  at  last. 

3  While  the  broad  road  where  thousands  go 
Lies  near,  and  opens  fair  ; 

And  many  turn  aside,  I  know, 
To  walk  with  sinners  there. 

4  But  lest  my  feeble  steps  should  slide, 
Or  wander  from  the  way, 

Lord,  condescend  to  be  my  guide, 
That  I  may  never  stray. 


EARLY  PIETY.  119 

2  J^  4  5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s. 

Shortness  of  Time. 

SWIFT  the  moments  fly  away — 
First  the  hour  and  then  the  day, 
Next  the  week,  the  month,  the  year, 
Steal  away,  and  disappear. 

2  Time  is  ever  on  the  win^. 
While  I  speak,  or  think,  or  sing ; 
Whether  working  or  at  play, 
Time  is  rolling  fast  away ! 

3  Think,  my  soul !  awake  and  see 
What  will  soon  become  of  thee  ! 
Whither  tending,  canst  thou  tell, — 
Up  to  heaven,  or  down  to  hell  ? 

4  Jesus,  I  would  humbly  pray, 
Guide  and  keep  me  in  the  way ; 
Every  gift  and  grace  bestow ; 
Wean  my  heart  from  things  below. 

215  CM. 

Tlie  Broad  and  the  Narroxo  Way. 

THERE  is  a  way  that's  very  broad — 
'T  is  call'd  the  way  of  sin  ; 
We  all,  by  nature,  choose  this  road, 
And  thousands  walk  therein. 

2  There  is  a  little  narrow  way. 
Which  is  so  very  strait, 

That  few,  the  Bible  says,  are  they 
Who  enter  at  the  gate. 

3  This  is  the  blessed  path  that  leads 
Direct  to  heaven  above  ; 

Here  the  dear  flock  of  Jesus  feeds, 
And  walks  in  peace  and  loAre. 

4  Come,  all  ye  children,  then,  who  long. 
To  taste  such  love  as  this  : 

Forsake  the  wretched,  sinful  throng, 
And  choose  the  way  of  peace. 


120       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

216  CM. 

Life  a  Summer''s  Day. 

THIS  life  is  but  a  summer's  day 
Of  shadows  and  of  light ; 
Its  brightest  sunbeams  pass  away. 

And  soon  give  place  to  night. 
Fair  childhood  is  the  early  dawn, 

And  youth  the  morning  gay  ; 
Manhood 's  the  noon  so  quickly  gone. 
And  age  the  evening  ray. 

2  This  life  was  given  us  to  pi-epare 

For  that  v;hich  is  to  come  ; 
O  may  I  gain  admittance  there. 

And  find  a  heavenly  home  ! 
And  will  the  Lord  my  sins  forgive 

Through  his  redeeming  love. 
And  bid  me  to  his  glory  live, 

Aud  write  my  name  above  ? 

217  CM. 

SEE,  the  kind  Shepherd,  Jesus,  stands. 
And  calls  his  sheep  by  name ; 
C4athers  the  feeble  in  his  arms, 
And  feeds  each  tender  lamb. 

2  He'll  lead  us  to  the'  heavenly  streams 
Where  living  watex-s  flow  ; 

And  guide  us  to  the  fruitful  fields 
Where  trees  of  knowledge  grow. 

3  When,  wand'ring  from  the  fold,  -we  leava 
The  strait  and  narrow  way. 

Our  faithful  Shepherd  still  is  near 
To  guide  us  when  we  stray. 

4  The  feeblest  lamb  amidst  the  flock 
Shall  be  the  Shepherd's  care ; 

While  folded  in  our  Saviour's  arms^ 
We're  safe  from,  every  siuiie. 


EARLY  PIETY.  121 

218  6th  P.  M.  6  lines  7s. 

Jefnis  a  Refuge. 

LITTLE  children,  stop  and  think; 
Turn  away  from  ruin's  brink  ; 
Shun  the  wicked  liar's  path  ; 
Fly  from  scenes  of  strife  and  wrath ; 
Read  with  prayer  the  holy  Word  ; 
Follow  Jesus  Christ  the  Lord. 

2  Jesus  is  the  Christian's  rock  ; 
He  will  safely  guide  his  flock  ; 
In  his  arms  the  lambs  will  bear  : 
Children,  seek  your  refuge  there  ; 
Of  your  Saviour  stop  and  think; 
Fly  to  Him  from  ruin's  brink ! 

219  CM. 

The  Folly  and  Crime  of  Delay. 

O'TIS  a  folly  and  a  crime 
To  put  religion  by  ! 
For  noiv  is  the  accepted  time ; 
To-morrow  we  may  die. 

2  Our  hearts  grow  harder  every  day. 
And  more  depraved  the  mind — 

The  longer  we  neglect  to  pray. 
The  less  we  feel  inclined. 

3  Yet  sinners  trifle,  young  and  old, 
Until  their  dying  day  ; 

Then  they  would  give  a  world  of  gold 
To  have  an  hour  to  pray. 

4  O  then,  lest  we  should  perish  thus. 
Let  us  no  longer  wait ; 

For  time  will  soon  be  past  with  \is, 
And  death  will  fix  our  state. 


122        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 


BLESSIXGS. 

220  1st  F.M.  6  lines  8s. 
Early  Devotioji. 

HOW  bless'd  are  those  in  earlj'^  youth 
Who  seek  the  holy  ways  of  truth*. 
The  firstling  of  the  flock  was  given 
By  Israel  to  the  God  of  heaven  ; 
But  dearer  still  he  deigns  to  prize 
The  young  heart's  fervent  sacrifice. 
2  O,  while  the  path  of  youth  is  trod, 
May  we  commit  our  way  to  God ; 
Nor  ever  form  throughout  the  way 
One  hope  for  which  we  dare  not  pray  : 
Thus  may  we  boldly  cast  our  care 
On  him  who  hears  and  answers  prayer. 

221  4th  P.  M.  886,  886. 
Praise  in  Affliction. 

0  SWEET  it  is  in  life's  young  spring, 
When  days  and  hours  fresh  tributes  bring 
Of  gladness  as  they  move, 
To  see  a  Father's  hand  impress'd 
On  gifts  the  choicest  and  the  best, 
As  tokens  of  his  love. 

2  But  sweeter,  in  affliction's  hour. 

When  kindest  friends  have  lost  their  power 

To  bid  our  ills  remove, 
To  feel  our  Father  still  is  near, 
To  make  our  sharpest  griefs  appear 

Fresh  tokens  of  his  love. 

3  And  sweet  it  is,  exceeding  sweet, 
To  know,  whatever  change  we  meet. 

Our  God  will  changeless  prove  : 
Though  death  dissolve  our  clearest  ties. 
Our  Friend  and  Father  never  dies  ; — 

That  Father  may  we  love. 


222 


EARLY  PIETY.  123 

CM. 

Eer  Ways  are  Pl-easantness,  lier  Paths  Peace. 

HOW  happy  is  the  child  who  hears 
Instruction's  warning  voice ; 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice  ! 

2  For  she  has  treasures  greater  far 
Than  east  or  west  unfold  ; 

And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 
Than  all  their  stores  of  gold. 

3  In  her  right  hand  she  holds  to  view 
A  length  of  happy  years  ; 

And  in  her  left  the  prize  of  fame 
And  honor  now  appears. 

4  She  guides  the  young,  with  innocencse, 
In  pleasure's  path  to  tread  ; 

A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  hoary  head. 

5  According  as  her  labors  rise, 
So  her  rewards  increase  ; 

Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

223  6th  P.  M.  6  lines  7s. 

Hohj  CMMren. 

HOLY  children  read  and  pray, 
Love  God's  holy  Word  and  day ; 
Fly  from  sin  and  seek  his  grace, 
Learn  his  will,  and  Christ  embrace  ; 
They  are  humble,  meek,  and  mild  : 
Lord,  make  me  a  holy  child. 
2  Holy  children,  when  they  die, 
Soar  to  Christ,  above  the  sky  ; 
Take  their  seats  around  his  throne, 
Make  his  praise  forever  known  : 
Pleasing  thought !  may  I  be  styled, 
Now,  the  Saviour's  holy  child ! 


124       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

224  9th  p.  M.  87,  87. 

God  will  1)6  our  Guide. 

BLEST,  beyond  all  earthly  blessing, 
Is  the  child  whose  tender  youth, 
In  the  Lord  a  guide  possessing, 
Walks  in  paths  of  light  and  truth. 

2  He  will  govern  those  who  love  him  : 
Those  who  walk  in  faith  and  fear, 

In  all  danger  still  shall  prove  him 
Gracious,  kind,  and  ever  near. 

3  Heavenly  Father,  let  us  prove  thee 
An  all-wise,  protecting  Friend  ! 

Make  us  fear  thee,  make  us  love  thee, 
Constant,  to  our  latest  end  ! 

225  8th  P.  M.  87,  87,  47. 
Beicards  of  Early  Piety. 

GOD  has  said,  "  Forever  blessed 
Those  who  seek  me  in  their  youth — 
They  shall  find  the  path  of  wisdom, 
And  the  narrow  way  of  truth  : " 

Guide  us,  Saviour, 
In  the  narrow  way  of  truth. 

2  Be  our  strength,  for  we  are  weakness ; 
Be  our  wisdom  and  our  guide  ; 

May  we  walk  in  love  and  meekness, 
Nearer  to  our  Saviour's  side  : 

Naught  can  harm  us, 
While  we  thus  in  thee  abide. 

3  Thus,  when  evening  shades  shall  gather, 
We  may  turn  our  tearless  eye 

To  the  dwelling  of  our  Father, 
To  our  home  beyond  the  sky — 

Gently  passing 
To  the  happy  land  on  high. 


EARLY  PIETY.  125 

226  ^•^' 

The  Unspeakalle  Gift. 

HAPPY  the  child  who  finds  the  grace, 
The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race, 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above, 
The  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 

2  Happy,  beyond  description,  he 
Who  knows  the  Saviour  died  for  me  ! 
The  gift  unspeakable  obtains. 

And  heavenly  understanding  gains. 

3  Wisdom  divine  !  who  tells  the  price 
Of  wisdom's  costly  merchandise  ? 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer. 

And  gold  is  dross  compared  to  her. 

4  Her  hands  are  fiU'd  with  length  of  days, 
True  riches,  and  immortal  praise, — 
Riches  of  Christ  on  all  bestow'd, 

And  honor  that  descends  from  God. 

5  To  purest  joys  she  all  invites, — 
Chaste,  holy,  spiritual  delights  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  flowery  paths  are  peace. 

6  Happy  the  child  who  wisdom  gains  ; 
Thrice  happy  \\\io  his  guest  retains  : 
He  owns,  and  shall  forever  own. 
Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  heaven,  are  one. 

227  s.M. 

The  Happy  Oiild. 

THRICE  happy  is  the  youth. 
Who,  morning,  noon,  and  night, 
Reads  the  blest  page  of  sacred  truth, 

And  makes  it  his  delight ; — 
2  Who  loves  the  hour  of  prayer, 

And  takes  delight  in  praise  : 
The  Lord  to  bless  him  will  be  near 
With  sanctifying  grace. 


126        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

228  •  c;-M- 

Youth  devoted  to  God. 

HAPPY  the  child  whose  tender  years 
Receive  instruction  well ; 
Who  hates  the  sinner's  path,  and  fears 
The  road  that  leads  to  hell. 

2  'T  will  save  us  from  a  thousand  snares 
To  seek  religion  young  ; 

Grace  will  preserve  our  foll'wing  years, 
And  nfake  our  virtue  strong. 

3  To  thee,  Almighty  God,  to  thee 
Our  childhood  we  resign ; 

'Twill  please  us  to  look  back  and  see 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 

4  Let  the  sweet  work  of  prayer  and  praise 
Employ  our  youngest  breath  ; 

Thus  we  're  prepared  for  longer  days, 
Or  fit  for  early  death. 

229  ^- ^• 

TJie  Good  Sheplierd. 

HOW  carefully  the  shepherds  keep 
Their  flocks  within  their  sight ; 
So  Jesus  watches  o'er  his  sheep  ; 
And  guards  them  day  and  night. 

2  The  shepherd  numbers  twice  a  day 
The  flock  beneath  his  care  ; 

He  knows  if  any  go  astray, 
Or  sick  or  dying  are. 

3  So  Jesus  reckons  one  by  one, 
And  numbers  all  his  sheep  ; 

He  knows  if  but  a  lamb  is  gone, 
For  he  doth  never  sleep. 

4  Dear  Lord,  who  would  not  wish  to  be 
One  of  that  happy  band 

Who  know  thy  voice  and  follow  thee, 
Led  by  thy  gentle  hand? 


EARLY  PIETY.  127 

2  3  Q  5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s. 

Ecligion. 
^rpiS  religion  that  can  give 

J.    Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live ; 
'T  is  religion  must  supply 
Solid  comforts  when  we  die. 

2  After  death  its  joys  will  be    * 
Lasting  as  eternity  : 
Let  me  then  make  God  my  friend, 
And  on  all  his  ways  attend. 

231  7th  P.  M.  8  lines  7s. 

GocTs  Blessings  on  Cliildren. 

HAPPY  child,  vvhom  God  doth  aid  ! 
God  our  souls  and  bodies  made ; 
God  on  us  in  gracious  showers 
Blessings  every  moment  pours ; 
Compasses  with  angel  bands, 
Bids  them  bear  us  in  their  hands  ; 
Parents,  friends,  'twas  God  bestow'd: 
Life  and  all  descend  from  God. 

2  He  this  flowery  carpet  spread. 
Made  the  earth  on  which  we  tread; 
God  refreshes  in  the  air, 

Covers  with  the  clothes  w^e  wear ; 
Feeds  us  with  the  food  we  eat. 
Cheers  us  by  his  light  and  heat, 
Makes  his  sun  on  us  to  shine  : 
All  our  blessings  are  divine. 

3  Man  we  for  his  kindness  love  ; 
How  much  more  our  God  above  ! 
Give  him  then,  and  ever  give. 
Thanks  for  all  that  we  receive  : 
Worthy  thou,  our  heavenly  Lord, 
To  be  honor'd  and  adored  : 

God  of  all-creating  grace. 
Take  the  everlasting  praise. 


128        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

232  26th  p.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76. 

Buy  ilie  Tniih,  and  sell  it  not. 

GO  thou,  in  life's  fair  morning — 
Go  in  the  bloom  of  youth — 
And  buy,  for  thine  adorning, 

The  precious  pearl  of  truth : 
Secufe  this  heavenly  treasure, 

And  bind  it  on  thy  heart ; 
And  let  not  worldly  pleasure 
E'er  cause  it  to  depart. 

2  Go,  while  the  day-star  shineth ; 
Go,  while  thy  heart  is  light ; 

Go,  ere  thy  strength  declineth, 

While  every  sense  is  bright : 
Sell  all  thou  hast,  and  buy  it ; 

'Tis  worth  all  earthly  things — 
Rubies,  and  gold,  and  diamonds, 

Scepters,  and  crowns  of  kings. 

3  Go,  ere  the  clouds  of  sorrow 
Steal  o'er  the  bloom  of  youth ; 

Defer  not  till  to-morrow  : 

Go  now,  and  buy  the  truth. 
Go  seek  thy  great  Creator, 

Learn  early  to  be  wise ; 
Go,  place  upon  his  altar 

A  morning  sacrifice ! 

233  L.M. 

O  Thoiv  that  hearest  Prayer. 

WHAT  though  we  now  are  weak  and  young, 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  when  we  pray  ; 
For  never  from  the  youthful  tongue 
Did  Jesus  t-urn  his  ear  away. 

2  Lord,  may  thy  love  renew  our  hearts — 
Thy  Spirit  guide  in  all  our  ways; 

And  when  our  life  from  earth  departs. 
In  heaven  above  we  '11  sing  thy  praise. 


PRIYILEGES  AND  DUTIES   Of 
THE  YOUNG. 


234  9th  p.  M.  87,  87,  87,  87. 

Coming  to  Je^^u-s. 

TEACHER,  guide  of  young  beginners 
Let  a  child  draw  nigh  to  thee — 
Thee,  who  cam'st  to  ransom  sinners — 

Thee,  who  diedst  to  ransom  me. 
Into  thy  protection  take  me — 

Full  of  goodness  as  thou  art : 
After  thine  own  image  make  me — 

Make  me  after  thine  own  heart. 
2  Exercise  the  potter's  power 

Over  this  unshapen  clay  : 
Call  me  in  the  morning  hour  ; 

Teach  my  youthful  mind  the  way. 
With  a  tender  awe  inspire. 

That  I  never  more  may  rove  : 
Every  spark  of  good  desire 

Blow  into  a  flame  of  love. 

235  s.M. 

Solomon's  Wise  Choice. 

KING  Solomon  of  old 
A  happy  choice  had  made  ; 
'Twas  not  for  life — 'twas  not  for  gold — 
Nor  honor,  that  he  pray'd. 

2  He  chose  that  better  part 
That  leads  to  heavenly  joys — 

A  wise  and  understanding  heart ; 
And  God  approved  the  choice. 

3  If  this  is  what  we  seek, 
We  cannot  ask  amiss  ; 

The  youngest,  poorest  child  may  seek, 
And  ask  the  Lord  for  this. 
9 


130        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

236  L.^i. 

Privileges  and  Duties  of  the  Young. 

WE  afe  but  young — yet  we  may  sing 
The  praises  of  our  heavenly  King  : 
He  made  the  earth,  the  sea,  the  sky, 
And  all  the  starry  worlds  on  high. 

2  We  are  but  young — yet  we  must  die ; 
Perhaps  our  latter  end  is  nigh  : 

Lord,  may  we  early  seek  thy  grace. 
And  find  in  Christ  a  hiding-place. 

3  We  are  but  young — we  need  a  guide ; 
Jesus,  in  thee  we  would  confide : 

0  lead  us  in  the  path  of  truth, 
Protect  and  bless  our  helpless  youth. 

4  We  are  but  young — yet  God  has  shed 
Unnumber'd  blessings  on  our  head  ; 
Then  let  our  youth  and  riper  days 

Be  all  devoted  to  his  praise. 

237  10th  P.  M.  4  Jinex  Ssw 

Tlie  Ten  Commandments. 

ONE  God  I  must  worship  supreme^ 
And  ne'er  before  images  bow  : 

1  must  not  speak  light  of  his  name, 

But  pay  to  him  every  vow. 

2  I'm  bound  to  remember,  with  care, 
The  Sabbath  so  hallow'd  and  pure — 

To  honor  my  parents  so  dear, 
That  life  may  the  longer  endure. 

3  I  never  must  steal,  or  consent 
To  what  is  impure  or  untrue  : 

I  must  not  indulge  discontent, 
Or  covet  my  neighbor  his  due. 

4  Now  help  me,  O  Father  in  heaven. 

To  keep  these  commandments  with  zeal. 
In  the  strength  that  through  Jesus  is  given 
To  those  who  are  doing  thy  will. 


PRIVILEGES  AND  DUTIES.       131 

238  c-^- 

God's  Cojidescension  to  Children. 

WHILE  angels  praise  thy  gracious  name, 
And  Holy  !  Holy  !  cry, 
May  little  children  do  the  same 
And  raise  their  songs  on  high  ? 

2  They  may.    To  Samuel  thou  didst  speak, 
And  mark  him  as  thine  own  : 

They  may — for  thou  hast  bid  them  seek 
For  mercy  through  thy  Son. 

3  And  King  Josiah,  in  his  youth, 
Was  early  taught  by  thee, 

To  fear  thy  name,  to  love  thy  truth, 
And  every  sin  to  flee. 

4  Nor  canst  thou  change — still,  still  thou  art 
The  helpless  infant's  friend  ; 

O,  I  would  give  thee  all  my  heart. 
And  on  thy  grace  depend. 

5  And  now,  O  God  !  to  thee  I  cry : 
O  form  my  soul  anew  ; 

The  Saviour's  cleansing  blood  apply, 
And  all  my  sins  subdue. 

239  L.M. 

First  Commandment. 

THE  gods  that  gave  us  not  our  birth. 
The  gods  that  made  not  heaven  and  earth 
Perish  their  names  !  no  gods  are  they — 
We  cast  them  all  in  scorn  away. 

2  But,  Lord,  idolaters  are  we. 

If  we  withhold  our  hearts  from  thee : 
Self  and  the  world  our  idols  are. 
If  they  our  chief  affections  share. 

3  O  set  up  in  our  hearts  thy  throne ; 
Destroy  thy  rivals — reign  alone  : 
Maker  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea, 
We  '11  have  no  other  gods  but  thee  ! 


132       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

240  9th  p.  M.  87,  87,  87,  87. 

Toutliful  coThsecration. 

SAVIOUR  !  while  my  heart  is  tender, 
I  would  yield  that  heart  to  thee — 
All  my  powers  to  thee  surrender. 

Thine  and  only  thine  to  be. 
Take  me  now,  Lord  Jesus !  take  me — 

Let  my  youthful  heart  be  thine  ; 
Thy  devoted  servant  make  me — 
Fill  my  soul  with  love  divine. 

2  Send  me.  Lord,  where  thou  wilt  send  me, 
Only  do  thou  guide  my  way  ; 

May  thy  grace  through  life  attend  me — 

Gladly  then  shall  I  obey. 
Let  me  do  thy  will,  or  bear  it — 

I  would  know  no  will  but  thine  ; 
Shouldst  thou  take  my  life,  or  spare  it, 

I  that  life  to  thee  resign. 

3  IV^ay  this  solemn  dedication 
Never  once  forgotten  lie  ; 

Let  it  know  no  revocation, 

Publish'd  arid  confirm'd  on  high. 

Thine  I  am,  O  Lord,  forever — 
To  thy  service  set  apart ; 

Suffer  me  to  leave  thee  never ; 
Seal  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

241  CM. 

Importance  of  Religion  to  the  Towng. 
TIELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 
JX   Of  mortals  here  below  : 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn — 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know  ! 

2  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 

Amid  our  youthful  bloom  : 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 

And  for  the  awful  tomb. 


PRIVILEGES  AND  DUTIES.       133 

3  O  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'd, 
Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 

And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued, 
His  government  to  own  ! 

4  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  lov® 
Be  join'd  with  godly  fear  ; 

And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

5  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire  ; 
Let  warm  affections  rise  ; 

And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire 
To  mount  above  the  skies  ! 

242  5th.  F.M.  4  lines  7s. 

Against  Idleness. 

IDLE  boys  and  men  are  found 
Standing  on  the  devil's  ground : 
He  will  find  them  work  to  do. 
He  will  pay  them  wages  too. 

2  Are  they  not  of  wisdom  void. 
Those  that  saunter  unemploy'd — 
Young  or  old,  who  fondly  play 
Their  important  time  away  ? 

3  We  by  idleness  expose 

Our  own  souls  to  endless  woes : 
We,  whenever  loit'ring  thus, 
Tempt  the  devil  to  tempt  us. 

4  Jesus,  help  !  to  thee  we  pray ; 
Take  the  cursed  root  away  : 
Idleness  far  off  remove — 

Let  us  thee  and  labor  love  ; — 

5  All  our  time  and  vigor  give. 
Serve  our  Maker  while  we  live  ; 
Use  for  God  the  talents  given — 
Work  on  earth,  and  rest  in  heaven. 


134       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

243  CM. 

Cliildren  may  come. 

I  KNOW  that  1  am  but  a  child- 
Yet  children  young  as  I 
Have  often  sought  and  found  the  Lord, 
And  thus  prepared  to  die. 

2  And  in  his  holy  Word  I  read, 
That  those  who  seek  in  youth 

Shall  surely  taste  his  pardoning  love, 
And  find  the  way  of  truth. 

3  How  careless  then  in  me  to  live, 
As  none  would  dare  to  die ! 

With  active  zeal  I  should  secure 
A  home  beyond  the  sky. 

4  How  much  I  need  the  grace  of  God 
To  keep  this  thought  alive  ! 

Whoever  gains  the  Christian's  crown 
Must  like  the  Christian  strive. 

244  9th  P.  M.  87,  87- 

The  Golden  Rule. 

LOVE  and  kindness  we  may  measure 
By  this  simple  rule  alone  : 
Do  we  mind  our  neighbor's  pleasure 
Just  as  if  it  were  our  own  ? 

2  We  should  always  care  for  others, 
Nor  suppose  ourselves  the  best ; 

Let  us  love  like  friends  and  brothers — • 
'Twas  the  Saviour's  last  request. 

3  His  example  we  should  borrow, 
Who  forsook  his  throne  above. 

And  endured  such  pain  and  sorrow, 
Out  of  tenderness  and  love. 

4  When  a  selfish  thought  would  seire  us, 
And  our  resolution  break. 

Let  us  then  remember  Jesus, 
And  resist  it  for  his  sake. 


PRIVILEGES  AND  DUTIES.       135 

245  L.M. 

Our  Heavenly  Father. 

GREAT  God,  and  wilt  thou  condescend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  friend  ? 

1  but  a  child,  and  thou  so  high, 
Lord  of  the  earth,  and  air,  and  sky  ! 

2  Art  thou  my  Father  ?  canst  thou  hear 
My  feeble  and  imperfect  prayer? 

Or  wilt  thou  listen  to  the  praise 
That  such  a  one  as  I  can  raise  ! 

3  Art  thou  my  Father  1  1  '11  depend 
Upon  the  care  of  such  a  friend ; 
And  only  wish  to  do  and  be 

Vv  hatever  seemeth  good  to  thee, 
'i  Art  thou  ray  Father  ?  then  at  last. 
When  all  my  days  on  earth  are  past, 
Bend  down  and  take  me  in  thy  iovCf 
To  be  thy  better  child  above. ' 

246  CM. 

Children  hr ought  to  Jesus. 

YOUNG  children  were  to  Jesus  brought, 
His  tdessing  to  obtain ; 
And  never  was  his  bleesing  sought 
By  old  or  young  in  vain. 

2  When  his  disciples  would  have  sent 
Those  little  ones  away, 

Jesus  rebuked  the  harsTi  intent, 
And  kindly  bade  them  stay. 

3  "  Let  little  children  come  to  me. 
Nor  from  my  arms  be  driven  ; 

For  these,  and  such  as  these,  shall  be 
The  blessed  heirs  of  heaven. 

4  •"  Forbid  them  not  to  ask  my  grace, 
Though  with  a  feeble  tongue  ; 

Forbid  them  not  to  seek  my  face — 
They  cannot  be  too  youag.** 


136        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

247  6th  F.M.  6  lines  Is. 

On  Evil-speaking. 

WORDS  are  things  of  little  cost, 
Quickly  spoken,  quickly  lost ; 
We  forget  them,  but  they  stand 
Witnesses  at  God's  right  hand. 
And  their  testimony  bear 
For  us,  or  against  us,  there. 

2  O,  how  often  ours  have  been 
Idle  words,  and  words  of  sin  ! 
Words  of  anger,  scorn,  or  pride ; 
Or  deceit,  our  faults  to  hide  ; 
Envious  tales,  or  strife  unkind. 
Leaving  bitter  thoughts  behind. 

3  Grant  us.  Lord,  from  day  to  day. 
Strength  to  watch,  and  grace  to  pray; 
May  our  lips,  from  sin  kept  free, 
Love  to  speak  and  sing  of  thee  ; 

Till  in  heaven  we  learn  to  raise 
Hymns  of  everlasting  praise. 

248  iBtF.M.  6  lines  8s, 

Eumilitij. 

THE  bird  that  soars  on  highest  wing 
Builds  on  the  ground  her  lowly  nev-:  ^ 
And  she  that  doth  most  sweetly  si'iv^ 

Sings  in  the  shade  when  all  thiags  rest : 
In  lark  and  nightingale  we  see 
What  honor  hath  humility. 

2  When  Mary  chose  the  better  party 
She  meekly  sat  at  Jesus'  feet ; 

And  Lydia's  gently-open'd  heart 
Was  made  for  God's  own  temple  meet : 

Fairest  and  best-adorn'd  is  she 

Whose  clothing  is  humility. 


PRIVILEGES  AND  DUTIES.       137 

3  The  saint  that  wears  heaven's  brightest  crown 

In  deepest  adoration  bends  ; 
The  weight  of  glory  bows  him  down 

Then  most  when  most  his  soul  ascends ; — 
Nearest  the  throne  itself  must  be 
The  footstool  of  humility. ' 

249  9th  p.  M.  87,  87. 

Improvement  of  Time. 

TIME  once  gone  is  gone  forever — 
Fast  the  minutes  hasten  by ; 
Let  us  use  our  best  endeavor 
To  improve  them  as  they  fly. 

2  If  our  hearts  to  Jesus  giving, 

We  upon  his  grace  rely, 
Not  in  vain  we  then  are  living, 

And  it  will  be  gain  to  die. 

250  CM. 

Obedience  to  ParenU. 

LET  children  that  would  fear  the  Lord, 
Hear  what  their  teachers  say ; 
With  rev'rence  meet  their  parents'  word, 
And  with  delight  obey. 

2  Have  you  not  heard  what  dreadful  plagues 
Are  threaten'd  by  the  Lord, 

To  him  that  breaks  his  father's  law 
Or  mocks  his  mother's  word  ? 

3  What  heavy  guilt  upon  him  lies, 
How  cursed  is  his  name  ! 

The  ravens  shall  pick  out  his  eyes, 
And  eagles  eat  the  same. 

4  But  those  who  worship  God,  and  giye 
Their  parents  honor  due, 

Here  on  this  earth  they  long  shall  live. 
And  live  in  glory  too. 


138        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYWijS. 

251  ^.M. 

It  is  a  Good  Thing  to  give  Thanks  unto  the  Lord. 

HOW  pleasant  for  a  child  to  sing 
The  goodness  of  his  God  and  King, 
Who  lives  above  the  sun  and  stars, 
And  everlasting  glory  wears  ! 

2  He  loves  to  hear  a  youthful  tongue 
Address  him  in  an  humble  song, 

With  praise  for  health  and  food  and  friends. 
And  all  the  good  his  mercy  sends. 

3  O  may  I  walk  in  wisdom's  ways  ! 
She'll  bless  my  youth  and  crown  my  days, 
And  lead  me  in  the  pleasant  road 

That  leads  to  glory  and  to  God. 

252  c.  M. 

CMldren  Uessed. 

HOW  happy  those  dear  children  were 
Whom  the  Redeemer  bless'd  ; 
Whom,  when  he  breathed  that  fervent  prayer, 
He  folded  to  his  breast. 

2  How  pow'rful  was  that  prayer  to  bring 
All  blessings  from  above  ; 

How  true  to  lead  them  to  the  spring 
Of  everlasting  love  ; — 

3  How  mighty  to  preserve  from  sin. 
And  every  dangerous  snare  : 

Often  I  've  wish'd  that  I  had  been 
Among  the  children  there. 

4  But,  thanks  to  that  Almighty  Friend, 
He  is  the  same  to-day    . 

As  when  he  thus  refused  to  send 
Those  babes  unbless'd  away. 

5  And  he  has  made  his  covenant  broad 
To  all  who  seek  his  face  : 

He  '11  be  their  Saviour  and  their  God, 
And  fill  them  with  his  grace. 


PRIVILEGES  XND  DUTIES.       139 

253  lOth  p.  M.  8  Zmc5  8s. 
Self-consecration. 

0JE3US,  delight  of  my  soul, 
My  Saviour,  my  Shepherd  divine, 

1  yield  to  thy  blessed  control — 

My  body  and  spirit  are  thine. 
Thy  love  I  can  never  deserve, 

That  bids  me  be  happy  in  thee  ; 
My  God  and  my  King  I  will  serve, 

Whose  favor  is  heaven  to  me. 

2  How  can  I  thy  goodness  repay, 
By  nature  so  weak  and  defiled? 

Myself  I  have  given  away  ; 

O  call  me  thine  own  blessed  child  : 
And  art  thou  my  Father  above  ? 

Will  Jesus  abide  in  my  heart? 
O  bind  me  so  fast  with  thy  love, 

That  I  never  from  thee  shall  depart. 

254  9th  P.  M.  87,  87. 
Glorying  in  tlie  Cross. 

IN  the  cross  of  Jesus  glory, 
While  your  youth  is  in  its  prime  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  the  theme  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  you, 
Hopes  deceive  and  fears  annoy, 

Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  you ; 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  Sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 
Light  and  love  upon  your  way. 

From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  more  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Grief  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 
By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 

Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  evermore  abide. 


140        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

255  c.M 

Examples  of  Industry. 

HOW  doth  the  little  busy  bee 
Improve  each  shining  hour, 
And  gather  honey  all  the  day 
From  every  opening  flower. 

2  How  skillfully  she  builds  her  cell! 
How  neat  she  spreads  her  wax  ! 

And  labors  hard  to  store  it  well 
With  the  sweet  food  she  makes. 

3  In  works  of  labor,  or  of  skill, 
I  would  be  busy  too  ; 

For  Satan  finds  some  mischief  still 
For  idle  hands  to  do. 

4  In  books,  or  works,  or  healthful  play, 
Let  my  first  years  be  past, 

That  I  may  give  for  every  day 
Some  good  account  at  last. 

255  7th  P.  M.  8  lines  7s. 

Praise  to  the  Saviour. 

CHILDREN,  now  your  voices  raise, 
Sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
With  the  shining  hosts  above 
Celebrate  his  matchless  love. 
Praise  his  name,  whose  love  hath  shed 
Heavenly  blessings  on  our  head, 
Calls  the  young  to  seek  his  face, 
Bids  them  know  his  wondrous  grace. 

2  He  our  souls  and  bodies  feeds, 
And  our  footsteps  gently  leads, 
Makes  us  his  peculiar  care  ; 
O  how  rich  his  mercies  are  ! 
Keep  us.  Saviour,  at  thy  side, 
Condescend  to  be  our  guide  ; 
Suffer  not  our  feet  to  stray  ; 
Make  us  love  thy  perfect  way. 


PRIVILEGES  AXD  DUTIES.       141 

257  loth  p.  M.  4  lines  8s. 

Improvement  of  Time. 

A  MINUTE,  how  soon  it  has  flown, 
And  yet  how  important  it  is  ! 
God  calls  every  moment  his  own ; 
For  all  our  existence  is  his. 

2  'T  is  easy  to  squander  our  years 
In  idleness,  folly,  and  strife  ; 

But  ne'er  can  our  penitent  tears 
Bring  back  one  past  moment  of  life. 

3  Our  hours  let  us  waste  not  in  play ; 
For  time,  if  well  spent  as  it  goes, 

Would  render  life  pleasant  each  day, 
And  happy  and  peaceful  its  close. 

4  And  when  all  the  minutes  are  past 
Which  God  for  our  portion  has  given, 

We  shall  certainly  welcome  the  last, 
If  it  safely  conduct  us  to  heaven. 

25g  9th  P.  M.  87,  87. 

Jesus  our  Example. 

JESUS  CHRIST,  my  Lord  and  Saviour, 
Once  became  a  child  like  me  : 
O  that  in  my  whole  behavior 
He  my  pattern  still  may  be  ! 

2  All  my  nature  is  unholy — 
Pride  and  passion  dwell  within  ; 

But  the  Lord  was  meek  and  lowly, 
And  was  never  known  to  sin. 

3  I  am  often  vainly  trying 
Some  new  pleasure  to  possess  ; 

He  was  always  self-denying. 
Patient  in  his  worst  distress. 

4  Lord,  assist  a  feeble  creature  ; 
Guide  me  by  thy  Word  of  truth ; 

Condescend  to  be  my  teacher. 
Through  my  childhood  and  my  youth. 


142       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

259  CM. 

The  Lamhs  of  Christ 

YOUNG  children  once  to  Jesus  came, 
His  blessing  to  entreat ; 
And  I  may  humbly  do  the  same 
Before  his  mercy-seat. 

2  For  when  their  feeble  hands  were  spread. 
And  bent  each  infant  knee, 

"  Forbid  them  not,"  the  Saviour  said; 
And  so  he  says  to  me. 

3  Then  while  this  favor  to  implore, 
My  youthful  hands  are  spread, 

Do  thou  thy  sacred  blessing  pour, 
Dear  Saviour,  on  my  head. 

260  c.M. 

The  ChildrerCs  Friend. 

THOU  Guardian  of  our  youthful  days, 
To  thee  our  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  thee  we'll  tune  our  songs  of  praise, 
Jesus  !  the  Children's  Friend. 

2  From  thee  our  daily  mercies  flow — 
Our  life  and  health  descend  ; 

O  save  our  souls  from  sin  and  wo — 
Thou  art  the  Children's  Friend. 

3  Teach  us  to  prize  thy  holy  Word, 
And  to  its  truths  attend  ; 

Thus  shall  we  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
And  love  the  Children's  Friend. 

4  O  may  we  feel  a  Saviour's  love- 
To  him  our  souls  commend. 

Who  left  his  glorious  throne  above 
To  be  the  Children's  Friend. 

5  Lord,  draw  our  youthful  hearts  to  thee  , 
And  when  this  life  shall  end, 

Raise  us  to  live  above  the  sky, 
With  thee,  the  Children's  Friend, 


PRIVILEGES  AND  DUTIES.       l-iS 

261  CM. 

For  Meekness. 

IF  any  little  insult  given, 
Should  make  my  anger  rise, 

1  '11  think  how  Jesas  came  from  heaven, 

And  bore  his  injuries. 

2  He  was  insulted  every  day, 
Though  all  his  words  were  kind ; 

But  nothmg  men  could  do  or  say 
Disturb'd  his  heavenly  mind. 

3  Not  all  the  wicked  scoffs  he  heard 
Against  the  truths  he  taught 

Excited  one  reviling  word, 
Or  one  revengeful  thought. 

4  And  when  upon  the  cross  he  bled, 
With  all  his  foes  in  view, 

•'  Father,  forgive  them,"  Jesus  said  ; 
"  They  know  not  what  they  do." 

5  Dear  Saviour,  may  I  learn  of  thee 
My  temper  to  amend  ! 

But  speak  that  pard'ning  word  for  me 
Whenever  I  offend, 

262  c.M. 

Kindness  of  Jesus  to  Childreit. 

THE  Saviour  loved  of  heaven  to  talk 
With  children  in  his  sight, — 
To  meet  them  in  his  daily  walk, 
And  to  his  arms  invite. 

2  He  never  pass'd  them  heedless  by, 
Nor  scorn'd  their  tender  years  ; 

Attentive  to  the  feeblest  cry. 
Moved  by  an  infant's  tears. 

3  His  was  a  Saviour's  heart  of  love, 
And  Jesus  was  his  name  ; 

And  now  in  glory  throned  above, 
His  heart  is  still  the  same. 


144       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

263  s.M. 

On  Forbearance. 

AS  thou  forgivest  us, 
So,  Lord,  may  we  forgive ; 
As  freely  we  receive  from  thee, 
So  may  we  freely  give. 

2  May  we  forbear  like  thee, 
Not  answering  again ; 

Rememb'ring  how  our  Saviour  bore 
The  scoffs  of  wicked  men. 

3  When  for  our  faults  reproved. 
May  we  the  fault  confess, 

And  humbly  seek  thy  grace,  that  we 
May  not  again  transgress. 

4  Thus  make  us  ever  kind. 
Gentle,  and  meek,  and  good. 

Mindful  how  dearly  we  were  bought 
With  thy  most  precious  blood. 

264  s.M. 

Tlie  UmpeoJcahU  Gift. 

OTHOU  whose  name  is  love, 
From  whom  all  love  proceeds, 
Thy  kindness  every  day  we  prove 
In  loving  words  and  deeds. 

2  Thou  hearest  when  we  call, 
And  giv'st  us  daily  food ; 

Hast  made,  dost  love,  and  care  for  aP 
For  thou  alone  art  good. 

3  But  most  thy  love  is  shown 
In  sending  from  on  high 

Thine  only  well-beloved  Son, 
For  guilty  man  to  die. 

4  O  Gift  all  gifts  above, 
AVhose  worth  we  cannot  tell, 

But  humbly  own  herein  is  love — 
Yea,  love  unspeakable. 


PRIVILEGES  AND  DUTIES.       145 

265  ^•^- 

Tae  Use  of  the  Lips. 

GREAT  God,  with  meekness  we  confess 
Our  lips  are  not  our  own; 
And  in  thy  service  should  be  used, 

As  they  are  thine  alone  : 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  our  lips  hast  made, 

And  in  the  judgment-day 
How  strict  the  reck'ning  thou  wilt  take 
Of  everything  we  say ! 

2  Yes,  words  of  bitter,  angry  strife, 
And  foolish  words  and  vain. 

And  false,  and  envious,  and  unclean, 

And  words  that  are  profane  : 
All,  all  are  heard,  O  Lord,  by  thee, 

And  if  not  now  forgiven. 
However  idly  utter'd  here, 

Will  keep  us  out  of  heaven. 

3  Lord,  set  a  watch  unto  our  lips, 
And  guard  our  tongues  from  sin; 

And,  lest  we  ever  should  offend, 

Create  us  pure  within. 
All  our  past  words  of  sin  forgive. 

Which  we  to  thee  confess  ; 
And  help  us  that  henceforward,  Lord, 

Our  mouths  may  not  transgress. 

266 


CM. 

Praise  to  Jesus. 


LET  children  bless  the  Saviour's  name, 
And  sing  his  wondrous  grace, 
Who  from  the  realms  of  glory  came. 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

2  Lord  Jesus!  while  we  sing  thy  grace, 

We  love  thee  and  adore  ; 
But  when  in  heaven  we  see  thy  face, 

Our  souls  shall  love  thee  more. 
10 


YOUTH, 


267  L.M. 

Toung  Men  exTwrt  to  he  :  dber-minded. 

YOUNG  men  exhort,  the'  apostle  said, 
To  cherish  soberness  of  mind  ; 
So  when  the  bloom  of  life  is  Hed, 
Substantial  fruit  shall  stay  behind. 

2  If  God's  eternal  Word  of  truth 

Affect  your  hearts — your  thoughts  engage, 
Its  guardian  power  shall  shield  your  youth — 
Its  consolations  cheer  your  age. 

3  Come,  then,  and  choose  religion's  ways, 
In  life's  sweet  fragrancy  and  prime  ; 

So  peace  shall  crown  your  foU'wing  days — 
Peace,  indestructible  by  time. 

26§  P.  M.  86,  88,  86. 

The  Morning  of  Life. 

THE  morning  hours  of  cheerful  light 
Of  all  the  day  are  best ; 
But  as  they  speed  their  hasty  flight, 
If  every  hour  is  spent  aright, 
We  sweetly  sink  to  sleep  at  night, 
And  pleasant  is  our  rest. 

2  And  life  is  like  a  summer's  day. 

It  seems  so  quickly  past ; 
Youth  is  the  morning  bright  and  gay, 
And,  if  't  is  spent  in  wisdom's  way, 
We  meet  old  age  without  dismay, 

And  death  is  sweet  at  last. 


YOUTH.  147 

269  s.M. 

Prayer  for  Youth. 
pREAT  God  !  with  heart  and  tongue 
VJ  For  all  our  youth  we  pray  ; 
O  may  they  learn,  while  they  are  young, 
To  walk  in  wisdom's  way  ! 

2  Now,  in  their  early  days, 
Teach  them  thy  will  to  know ; 

O  God,  thy  sanctifying  grace 
On  every  heart  bestow  ! 

3  Make  their  unguarded  youth 
The  object  of  thy  care  ; 

Cause  them  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 
And  fly  from  every  snare. 

4  Their  hearts,  to  folly  prone, 
Renew  by  power  divine  ; 

Unite  them  to  thyself  alone. 
And  make  them  wholly  thine. 

5  Lord,  let  thy  sacred  Word 
Their  warmest  thoughts  employ  : 

There  let  them  daily  find  the  road 
Which  leads  to  endless  joy. 

270  CM. 

The  Guide  of  Youth. 

GUIDE  of  my  youth  be  thou,  O  Lord ; 
Implant  in  me  thy  fear  ; 
Instruct  me  by  thy  holy  Word, 
And  warn  of  danger  near. 

2  Preserve  me  from  the  snares  and  wiles 
Of  time's  uncertain  state  ; 

Teach  me  to  shun  its  sinful  smiles, 
And  all  its  follies  hate. 

3  Help  me  to  walk,  as  truly  wise, 
In  wisdom's  pleasant  ways  ; 

My  life  a  constant  sacrifice 
Of  fervent  prayer  and  praise. 


148        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

271  c.M. 

Instruction  from  the  Scrix)tures. 

HOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 
And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  Word  the  choicest  rules  imparts, 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  'T  is  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 
That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 

And  through  the  dangers  of  th-?  night 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

3  Thy  Word  is  everlasting  truth  ; 
How  pure  is  every  page  ! 

That  holy  Book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 

4  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise  : 
I  hate  the  sinner's  road  ; 

1  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 

But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

272  L.M. 

Prayer  offered  l>y  Youth. 

LORD,  we  are  young — thy  help  we  need. 
For  various  foes  infest  our  way  ; 
Be  thou  to  us  a  friend  indeed, 
Nor  let  us  from  thy  precepts  stra}^ 

2  From  wayward  paths  our  feet  restore, 
And  keep  our  tongues  from  speaking  guilt 

And  O,  preserve  us  evermore 
From  sin's  seducing,  luring  smile. 

3  Our  youthful  hearts  with  grace  inspire  ; 
To  thee  our  every  power  incline  ; 

And  may  the  pure  celestial  fire 
Within  our  bosoms  ever  shine. 

4  O  let  the  morning  of  our  days 

To  thee,  and  thee  alone,  be  given  ; 
Increase  our  love,  approve  our  ways, 
And  guide  us  safely  into  heaven. 


YOUTH.  149 

273  5th.T.M.  4  lines  7s. 

The  Guide  of  Youth. 

IN  the  joyous  hours  of  youth, 
Lest  my  feet  should  turn  aside 
From  the  paths  of  peace  and  truth, 
Father,  wilt  thou  be  my  Guide  ? 

2  When  the  -world  with  flatt'ring  smiles 
Bids  me  in  her  love  confide, 

And  to  misery  beguiles, 
Father,  wilt  thou  be  my  Guide  ? 

3  Or  should  grief  each  prospect  blight — 
Earthly  hopes  be  all  denied  ; 

When  my  path  seems  wrapt  in  night, 
Father,  wilt  thou  be  my  Guide  ? 

4  And  if  call'd  in  early  years 

Soon  to  cross  death's  swelling  tide. 
Then,  to  quell  my  gloomy  fears. 
Father,  wilt  thou  be  my  Guide  ? 

5  When  I  join  the  seraph  throng, 
Who  before  thy  throne  abide. 

This  shall  be  my  grateful  song. 
Father,  thou  hast  been  my  Guide. 

274  s-^i- 

Loteliness  of  Youthful  Piety. 

OWHAT  a  lovely  sight. 
To  see  our  tender  youth 
Follow  the  Saviour  with  delight, 
And  tread  the  paths  of  truth. 

2  They  who  begin  so  soon, 
With  swifter  speed  shall  run  ; 

More  bright  and  sweet  shall  be  their  noon. 
More  fair  their  evening  sun. 

3  When  we  can  work  no  more, 
They  shall  the  cause  extend  ; 

Till  every  knee,  from  shore  to  shore, 
At  Jesus'  name  shall  bend. 


150        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

275  L.M. 

The  Day  of  Life. 

OUR  youth  is  like  the  opening  day — 
As  swiftly  pass  the  hours  away  ; 
While  like  the  birds  on  active  wing, 
Unthinkingly  we  sport  and  sing. 

2  Our  manhood  is  the  fervid  noon — 
Its  sunny  moments  pass  as  soon  ; 
Its  brightest  hour  will  soon  be  o'er, 
And  time  once  past  returns  no  more. 

3  Old  age  is  like  the  evening  graj% 
Closing  around  the  traveler's  way, 
Who  faint  and  weary  seeks  the  road 
Which  leads  him  to  a  safe  abode. 

4  Morn,  noon,  and  eve  will  soon  be  past, 
And  death's  dark  night  approaches  fast ; 
No  light  can  cheer  the  midnight  gloom, 
Which  reigns  within  the  silent  tomb, 

5  Let  us  improve  our  life's  short  day, 
That  when  its  hours  have  pass'd  away, 
We  may  behold,  without  a  fear. 
Death's  long  and  dreary  night  draw  near. 

6  Another  morn  will  surely  break, 
And  all  our  sleeping  dust  awake  ; 
O  may  we  then  with  joy  arise. 
And  meet  our  Saviour  in  the  skies. 

276  L-M. 

TJie  T&utJi's  Supplication. 

GUARDIAN  of  souls,  throughout  my  days 
Inspire  my  heart,  and  keep  my  ways  ; 
And  let  thy  kindest  love  prevail. 
Though  foes  unite,  and  friends  all  fail, 
2  By  night  and  day,  where'er  I  be. 
Be  thou,  my  Saviour,  near  to  me  ; 
In  health  or  pain,  in  rest  or  toil, 
Give  me  thy  kind,  approving  smile. 


YOUTH.  151 

S  "When  flesh  and  sinking  nature  fail, 
Then  let  sustaining  grace  prevail ; 
Its  holy  influence  impart, 
To  melt  and  overflow  ny  heart. 

■1  Or,  slowly  wasting  to  the  dust, 
Be  thou  my  firm  support  and  trust ; 
Nor  let  death's  gloomy  shadows  be 
Tl.o  3lightcs*  *error,  Lord,  to  me. 

5  in  cheerful  iiopc  ray  eyelids  close, 
And  give  me  calm  and  sweet  repose  : 
My  spirit  from  its  prison  free, 
To  reign  in  heaven,  O  Lord,  with  thee. 

277  c.M. 

The  Fading  Leaf. 

THE  fading  leaf— an  emblem  fit 
Of  mortal  man's  decay; 
For  here  proud  genius,  talent,  wit, 
Will  shortly  pass  away. 

2  Thy  youthful  days  may  glorious  shine 
As  dew  upon  the  leaf, 

Should  all  the  bliss  of  earth  be  thine, 
Yet  joys  will  be  as  brief. 

3  The  autumn  wind,  with  solemn  moan. 
Comes  rushing  o'er  the  plam  ; 

The  flowers  that  bloom'd  are  sear'd  and  gone 
To  be  renew'd  again. 

4  Thy  youthful  days  will  not  return 
With  any  passing  year; 

The  lamp  of  life  will  fainter  burn, 
Till  it  shall  disappear. 

5  Lift  up  thine  eye,  improve  thy  heart 
In  truths  divinely  given. 

That  thou  at  last  may'st  have  a  part 
In  all  the  bliss  of  heaven. 


152        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

278  L.M. 

0  Lord  God,  Tliou  art  my  Trust  from  my  Youth. 

GUIDE  of  our  youth  !  to  thee  we  cry  : 
Great  God  !  to  us  be  ever  nigh  ; 
Our  minds  instruct,  our  hearts  convert, 
Nor  let  us  thy  good  ways  desert. 

2  Ten  thousand  snares  beset  our  way, 
To  draw  our  helpless  souls  astray  ; 
Our  wants  regard,  our  prayers  attend, 
And  with  thy  power  and  grace  defend. 

3  O  smile  on  those  whose  Christian  care 
Provides  for  our  instruction  here  ; 

And  let  our  conduct  ever  prove 
We're  grateful  for  their  gen'rous  love. 

4  Through  life  may  we  perform  thy  will. 
Our  sev'ral  stations  wisely  fill ; 

Then  join  the  friends  we  here  have  known 
In  endless  songs  around  thy  throne. 

279  7th  P.  M.  8  ^me*  7s. 

For  Divine  Guidance. 

GRANT  us.  Lord,  thy  heavenly  light 
All  our  steps  to  guide  aright ; 
Shine  along  the  narrow  road 
Which  shall  lead  our  souls  to  God. 
We  are  weak  and  prone  to  stray — 
Keep  us  in  thy  holy  way  ; 
All  our  wants  let  grace  supply  ; 
Lead  us  onward  to  the  sky. 

2  Thus  protected,  may  we  go 
Safely  through  this  vale  of  woe  ; 
May  thy  gracious  presence  cheer 
LTs  in  all  our  trials  here. 
Loving  all  thy  statutes,  Lord, 
Ever  trusting  in  thy  Word, 
May  we  reach  that  happy  home 
Where  no  ill  can  ever  come. 


PRAYER  MEETINGS,  ETC, 


280  s.M. 

Tlie  Spirit  of  Prayer. 

THE  praying  spirit  breathe  ; 
The  watching  power  impart ; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath 

Call  off  my  peaceful  heart ; 
My  feeble  mind  sustain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  oppress'd  ; 
Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again 

To  my  eternal  rest. 
2  Swift  to  my  rescue  come; 

Thine  own  this  moment  seize  ; 
Gather  my  wand'ring  spirit  home, 

And  keep  in  perfect  peace  : 
Suffer'd  no  more  to  rove 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Arrest  the  pris'ner  of  thy  love, 

And  shut  me  up  in  God. 

281  s.M. 

\       For  the  Conversion  of  Children. 
VtREATOR!  Saviour!  God! 
\j   We  raise  our  hearts  to  thee  ; 
And,  resting  on  thy  precious  blood, 
We  bend  our  suppliant  knee. 

2  O  deign  to  hear  our  prayer, 
And  save  the  youthful  race  : 

Convert  the  children  of  our  care 
By  thine  almighty  grace. 

3  Cause  them  to  feel  thy  love, 
Teach  them  to  lisp  thy  praise. 

While  strains  seraphic  from  above 
Reecho  youthful  lays. 


154        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

282  P.M. 

The  Lord's  Prayer. 

OUR  Father  in  heaven, 
We  hallow  thy  name  ! 
May  thy  kingdom  holy 
On  earth  be  begun  ! 
O  give  to  us  daily 

Our  portion  of  bread  ; 
It  is  from  thy  bounty 
That  all  must  be  fed. 

2  Forgive  our  transgressions, 

And  teach  us  to  know 
That  humble  compassion 

Which  pardons  each  foe  ; 
Keep  us  from  temptation, 

From  weakness  and  sin, 
And  thine  be  the  glory 

Forever — Amen. 

233  26th  P.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76. 

Prayer  the  Balm  of  Sori'ow. 

OWHEN  the  tear  is  gushing 
From  sorrow's  fading  eye, 
When  gath'ring  storms  are  rushing 

Across  the  gloomy  sky,  / 

When  the  full  heart  is  breaking, 

And  hope  is  far  away. 
How  sweet,  the  world  forsaking, 
Alone  with  God,  to  pray  ! 

2  O  weary  child  of  sadness. 

Pilgrim  bereft  and  lone, 
Behold  the  fount  of  gladness. 

Springing  from  heaven's  throne  ; 
Each  want  and  sin  confessing. 

On  Christ  thy  burden  lay. 
And  learn  how  rich  the  blessing, 

Alone  with  God,  to  pray  ! 


PRAYER.  155 

284  L.M. 

The  Mercy-seat. 

FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat, 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads  ; 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, — 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend. 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Though  sunder'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  Ah  !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd? 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat. 
Had  suflf' ring  saints  no  mercy-seat? 

5  There,  there  on  eagles'  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more  ; 

And  Heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
While  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

235  5th  P.  M.  4  Imes  7s. 

Hold  Thou  me  up,  and  I  shcill  he  safe. 

DAY  by  day  supplies  of  grace. 
Blessed  Lord,  to  me  impart ; 
Let  not  sin  have  any  place 
In  the  chambers  of  my  heart. 

2  If  a  single  hour  thou  dost 
This  supply  of  grace  withhold, 

Lord,  I  feel  I  should  be  lost — 
Yield  to  sin,  and  quit  thy  fold. 

3  Helpless,  ignorant,  and  weak, 
Ever  prone  to  follow  ill. 

Lord,  restraining  grace  I  seek — 
Watch  me,  guide  me,  keep  me  still. 


156       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

286  CM. 

What  is  Prayer  ? 

PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Utter'd  or  unexpress'd ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, — 
The  falling  of  a  tear, — 

The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 
That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 

Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air ; 

His  watch-word  at  the  gates  of  death, — 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 
Returning  from  his  ways  ; 

"While  angels,  in  their  songs,  rejoice, 
And  cry, — Behold,  he  prays  ! 

6  0  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, — 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way,— 

The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod : — 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  ! 

287  •    CM. 

For  Victoriotcs  Faith. 

OFOR  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink. 
Though  press'd  by  every  foe  ; 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 

Of  any  earthly  woe  ; — 
2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chast'ning  rod, 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain. 
Will  lean  upon  its  God; — 


PRAYER.  157 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 
When  tempests  rage  without ; 

That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ; — 

4  That  bears,  unmoved,  the  world's  dread  frown, 
Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile  ; 

That  seas  of  trouble  cannot  drown, 
Or  Satan's  arts  beguile  ; — 

5  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way- 
Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 

And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Illumes  a  dying  bed. 

6  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 
And  then,  whate'er  may  come. 

We'll  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallow'd  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 

288  i^-M. 

For  the  Lamhs  of  the  Flock. 

AUTHOR  of  faith,  we  seek  thy  face 
For  all  who  feel  thy  work  begun  : 
Confirm  and  strengthen  them  in  grace, 
And  bring  thy  feeblest  children  on. 

2  Thou  seest  their  wants,  thou  know'st  their 

names  ; 
Be  mindful  of  thy  youngest  care  ; 
Be  tender  of  the  new-born  lambs, 
And  gently  in  thy  bosom  bear. 

3  The  lion,  roaring  for  his  prey, 

And  ravening  wolves  on  every  side, 
Watch  over  them  to  tear  and  slay. 

If  found  one  moment  from  their  Guide. 

4  In  safety  lead  thy  little  flock, — 
From  hell,  the  world,  and  sin  secure  ; 

And  set  their  feet  upon  the  rock. 
And  make  in  thee  their  goings  sure. 


158       .SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

289  L.M. 

Design  of  Prayer. 

PRAYER  is  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give  : 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray; 
They  learn  to  pray  when  first  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress  ; 
If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay ; 

If  guilt  deject  ;  if  sin  distress  ; 
In  every  case,  still  watch  and  pray. 

3  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak  : 
Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lame, 

Pray,  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  speak ; 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

4  Depend  on  him  ;  thou  canst  not  fail ; 
Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known  ; 

Fear  not ;  his  merits  must  prevail ; 
Ask  but  in  faith,  it  shall  be  done. 

290  CM. 

On  Prayer. 

THE  Lord  attends  when  children  pray ; 
A  whisper  he  can  hear ; 
He  knows  not  only  what  we  say, 
But  what  we  wish  or  fear. 

2  He  sees  us  when  we  are  alone, 
Though  no  one  else  can  see ; 

And  all  our  thoughts  to  him  are  known, 
Wherever  we  may  be. 

3  'Tis  not  enough  to  bend  the  knee, 
And  words  of  prayer  to  say  ; 

The  heart  must  with  the  lips  agree, 
Or  else  we  do  not  pray, 

4  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  pray  aright ; 
Thy  grace  to  us  impart  • 

That  we  in  prayer  may  take  delight, 
And  serve  thee  with  the  heart. 


PRAYER.  159 

291  s.M. 

Prayer  for  Grace. 

LORD,  teach  me  how  to  pray, 
Thy  saving  grace  impart ; 
Grant  that  thy  Holy  Spirit  may 
Renew  and  cleanse  my  heart. 

2  Unholy  was  I  born, 

And  from  my  birth  I  stray'd  ; 

1  must  be  wretched  and  forlorn, 
Without  thy  saving  aid. 

3  But  those  who  seek  thy  face, 
Shall  taste  thy  wond'rous  love  ; 

And  thou  wilt  guide  them  by  thy  grace, 
To  dwell  with  thee  above. 

4  To  thee,  O  Lord,  we  come, 
And  on  thy  promise  stay  : 

O  may  we  find  in  thee  our  home. 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

292  CM. 

Sabbath'Scholar^s  Prayer, 

OTHAT  the  Lord  would  teach  my  tongue 
The  heavenly  song  to  raise  ; 
O  that  the  Lord  my  heart  would  fill 
With  love,  and  joy,  and  praise  ! 

2  O  that  the  Lord  my  steps  would  guide 
In  paths  of  righteousness  ; 

O  that  the  Lord  my  lips  would  teach 
His  ways  and  works  to  bless  ! 

3  O  that  the  Lord  would  give  me  faith, 
The  blessed  Christ  to  see  ; 

O  that  he  now  would  give  me  grace, 
That  I  to  him  may  flee  ! 

4  O  that  the  Lord  would  make  me  know 
The  riches  of  his  grace  ; 

Then  should  I  live  and  please  him  too, 
And  dying,  see  his  face. 


1(30        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

293  CM. 

GocVs  Greatness  and  Wisdom. 

THERE'S  not  a  tint  that  paints  the  rose, 
Or  decks  the  lily  fair, 
Or  streaks  the  humblest  flower  that  grows, 
But  Heaven  has  placed  it  there. 

2  There 's  not  of  grass  a  single  blade, 
Or  leaf  of  lowliest  mien. 

Where  heavenly  skill  is  not  display'd, 
And  heavenly  wisdom  seen. 

3  There's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light 
Illumes  the  distant  earth, 

And  cheers  the  solemn  gloom  of  night, 
But  Heaven  gave  it  birth. 

4  There 's  not  a  place  in  heaven's  vast  round, 
In  ocean's  deep,  or  air. 

Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found, — 
For  God  is  everywhere. 

294  CM. 

GoodneM  and  Met'cy. 

LET  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 
Thou  sov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  strength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  sorrows  bow  the  spirit  down, 
When  virtue  lies  distress'd, 

Beneath  the  proud  oppressor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourner  rest. 

3  Thou  know'st  the  pains  thy  servants  feel, 
Thou  hear'st  thy  children's  cry  ; 

And  their  best  wishes  to  fulfill. 
Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

4  Thy  mercy  never  shall  remove 
From  men  of  heart  sincere  : 

Thou  sav'st  the  souls  whose  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 


PRAISE.  161 

295  L.M. 

GocCs  Parental  Care  and  Kindness  acknowledged. 

OTHOU  who  dost  young  children  love, 
And  feel  for  us  a  father's  care, 
From  thy  high  throne  in  heaven  above 
Vouchsafe  to  listen  to  our  prayer. 

2  The  lowliest  flower  that  decks  the  vale. 
Or  gems  the  rugged  mountain's  side, 

Enjoys  the  sunlight,  shower,  and  gale, 
As  freely  as  the  garden's  pride. 

3  E'en  so  we  children,  poor  and  low, 
Are  not  too  mean  thy  love  to  share ; 

Alike  for  all  thy  mercies  flow. 
Alike  for  all  thy  guardian  care. 

4  Then,  gracious  Lord,  in  mercy  now 
Thy  blessing  unto  us  be  given, — 

Thy  Spirit  pour,  thy  grace  bestow, 
To  save  from  sin  and  guide  to  heaven. 

296  CM. 

Croicn  Him  Lord  of  all. 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 

Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  O  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 

We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
11 


162       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

297  9th  p.  M.  87,  87. 

Adoration. 

MAY  I  love  thee  and  adore  thee, 
O  thou  bleeding,  dying  Lamb  \ 
Teach  my  heart  to  bow  before  thee, 
Kindle  there  a  sacred  flame. 

2  Teach  me  what  I  am  by  nature, 
How  to  lift  my  thoughts  on  high ; 

Teach  me,  0  thou  great  Creator  ! 
How  to  live,  and  how  to  die  [ 

298  CM. 

Praise, — delightful. 

MY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
When  1  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, — 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  I  trust  in  thy  eternal  word  ; 
Thy  goodness  I  adore  : 

Send  down  thy  grace,  O  blessed  Lord, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celestial  road  ; 

And  march,  with  courage  in  thy  strength. 
To  see  the  Lord  my  God. 

4  Awake  !  awake  !  my  tuneful  powers, 
With  this  delightful  song  ; 

And  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 

299  ^'^^' 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
On  my  Redeemer's  brow  ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crown'd. 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 


PRAISE.  163 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare 
Among  the  sons  of  men  : 

Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train, 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress — 
He  flew  to  my  relief; 

For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 
And  all  the  joys  I  have  : 

He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
And  o'er  the  boasting  grave. 

5  Since  from  his  mercy  I  receive 
Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 

Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine  ! 

300  c.M. 

God  seen  in  his  Woi'Tcs. 

THERE 'S  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  ray 
Illumes  the  distant  earth. 
And  cheers  the  solemn  gloom  of  night, 
But  goodness  gave  it  birth. 

2  There's  not  a  cloud  whose  dews  distill 
Upon  the  parched  clod. 

And  clothe  with  verdure  vale  and  hill, 
That  is  not  sent  by  God. 

3  There 's  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round, 
In  ocean's  depths,  or  air. 

Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found, — 
For  God  is  everywhere. 

4  Around,  beneath,  below,  above, 
Wherever  space  extends ; 

There  heaven  displays  its  boundless  love. 
And  power  with  goodness  blends. 


164       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

301  s.M. 

The  Hoi'rors  of  the  Second  Death. 

0  WHERE  shall  rest  be  found,— 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 

'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
There  is  a  life  above, 

Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath : 

0  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Thou  God  of  truth  and  grace ! 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun  ; 

Lest  we  be  banish'd  from  thy  face. 
Forever  more  undone. 

302  CM. 

Lord,  help  my  Undelief. 

HOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  ! 
Our  sin,  how  deep  its  stains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  souls 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 
■    2  But  there 's  a  voice  of  sov'reign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  Word  : — 
Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 

And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 
3  My  soul  obeys  the  gracious  call, 
And  runs  to  this  relief; 

1  would  believe  thy  promise.  Lord; 

O  help  my  unbelief! 


THE  SINNER.  165 

4  To  the  blest  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
Incarnate  God,  I  fly ; 

Here  let  me  wash  my  guilty  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

5  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 
Into  thine  arms  I  fall ; 

Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, — 
My  Jesus,  and  my  all. 

303  L.M. 

Preparation  for  Judgment. 

WHO  shall  the  Book  of  Judgment  write? 
That  awful  Book  !  young  sinner,  thou. 
Year  after  year,  with  all  thy  might, 
Hast  written,  and  art  writing  now. 

2  Each  guilty  thought,  each  sinful  word, 
Each  wanton,  wicked  act  of  thine. 

Leaves  there  its  mark,  and  shall  be  heard, 
As  thou  thyself  hast  writ  the  line. 

3  O  !  who  the  dreadful  page  can  blot? 
Who  rend  it  from  the  Judge's  hand  ? 

Sinner,  if  thou  repentest  not, 
The  guilty  lines  shall  always  stand. 

4  But  One  there  is — a  Saviour  now — 
Whose  blood  can  wash  those  words  away : 

Come  to  his  feet,  and  humbly  bow  ; 
Come,  while  'tis  not  the  judgment-day. 

5  O  wait  not  till,  in  pomp,  he  rends 
The  sky  above,  the  earth  below  ; 

Until  to  judgment  he  descends, 
And  seals  thy  doom  to  endless  wo ! 

6  Wait  not — for  now  he  waits  for  thee  ; 
Count  all  beside  but  worthless  dross  j 

Look  not  behind,  but  onward  flee. 
Till  safe  and  pardon'd  at  his  cross. 


166       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

3  Q  4  p.  M.  87,  87,  77. 

Christ  our  Friend. 

ONE  there  is,  above  all  others, 
Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend  ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's — 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 
They  who  once  his  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting  love. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 
Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood? 

But  the  Saviour  died  to  have  us 

Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 
This  was  boundless  love  indeed  ; 
Jesus  is  a  Friend  in  need. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 
Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  ; 

Now  to  heavenly  glory  raised. 

He  rejoiceth  in  the  same  : 
Still  he  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

4  0!  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 
Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  : 

We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above  ; 
But  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  thee  as  we  ought. 


305  8th  P.  M.  87,  87,  47. 

The  Iivcitatimi. 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power : 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing  :  doubt  no  more. 


THE  SINNER.  167 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome ; 
God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 

True  belief  and  true  repentance, — 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, — 

Without  money. 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger ; 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  : 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him : 

This  he  gives  you, — 
'T  is  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden. 
Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall  j 

If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all: 

Not  the  righteous, — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 
Your  Redeemer  prostrate  lies ; 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 
Hear  him  cry,  before  he  dies, 

It  is  finish'd  ! — 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

6  Lo !  the'  incarnate  God,  ascending, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  : 

Venture  on  him — venture  freely ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb ; 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 


168       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

306  s.M. 

Invitation  to  Christ 

COME,  children,  come  to  God  ; 
Cast  all  your  sins  away  ; 
Seek  ye  the  Saviour's  cleansing  blood ; 
Repent,  believe,  obey. 

2  Say  not  ye  cannot  come  ; 
For  Jesus  bled  and  died, 

That  none  who  ask  in  humble  faith 
Should  ever  be  denied. 

3  Say  not  ye  will  not  come, 
When  God  vouchsafes  to  call  ; 

For  fearful  will  their  end  be  found 
On  whom  his  wrath  shall  fall. 

4  Come,  then,  whoever  will; 
Come  while  't  is  call'd  to-day  ; 

Seek  ye  the  Saviour's  cleansing  blood ; 
Repent,  believe,  obey. 

307  C.M. 

Tlie  Gospel  Feast. 

LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 
■   And  pine  away  and  die ; 

Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

3  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 
In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 

Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

4  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 
Stand  open  night  and  day  : 

Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies. 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 


THE  SINNER.  169 

308  CM. 

Tlie  Resolution. 

COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : — 

2  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
Like  mountains  round  me  close  ; 

1  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  Prostrate  I  '11  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 
Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 
Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 

But,  if  1  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

5  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go — 
I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 

For  if  I  stay  away,  1  know 
I  must  forever  die. 

309  s.M. 

Come  to  Jestis. 

COME  to  the  mercy-seat — 
Come  to  the  place  of  prayer; 
Come,  little  children,  to  His  feet 
In  whom  we  live  and  are  ! 

2  Come  to  your  God  in  prayer — 
Come  to  your  Saviour  now — 

While  youthful  skies  are  bright  and  fair. 
And  health  is  on  your  brow. 

3  Come  in  the  name  of  Him 
W'ho  all  your  sorrows  bore — 

Who  ever  lives  to  pardon  sin. 
And  will  be  sought  by  prayer. 


170       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

310  5th  P.  M.  4  lines  Ts. 

Give  Me  thy  Heart. 

HEAR  ye  not  a  voice  from  heaven 
To  the  list'ning  spirit  given? 
"  Children,  come,"  it  seems  to  say ; 
"  Give  your  hearts  to  me  to-day." 

2  Sw^eet  as  is  a  mother's  love, 
Tender  as  the  heavenly  Dove ; 
Thus  it  speaks  a  Saviour's  charms, 
Thus  it  wins  us  to  his  arms. 

3  Lord,  we  will  remember  thee 
While  from  pains  and  sorrow  free ; 
While  our  day  is  in  its  dew, 

And  the  cares  of  life  are  few. 

4  While  to  thee,  O  Lord,  we  come 
In  our  morning's  early  bloom. 
Breathe  on  us  thy  grace  divine. 
Take  our  hearts  and  make  them  thine. 

311  CM. 

!Z7te  S(wiou)-  Precious. 

JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name — 
'T  is  music  to  mine  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud. 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 

2  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 
In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 

Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 
And  shed  its  fragrance  there  ; 

The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

4  I  '11  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 
With  my  last  lab'ring  breath ; 

And  dying,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


THE  PENITENT.  171 

312  p.  M.  11,  10,  11,  10. 

EaHh  lias  no  Sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  heal. 

COME,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish; 
Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your 
anguish  ; — 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 
Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, — 

Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, — 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life  ,  see  waters  flowing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above : 

Come  to  the  feast  of  love  ;  come,  ever  knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  Heaven  can  remove. 

3 ;[  3  8th  P.  M.  87,  87,  47. 

Seek,  and  ye  shall  find. 

LET  us  now,  with  hearts  united. 
Seek  and  praise  our  God  above  ; 
Far  too  long  we  him  have  slighted  : 
But  if  now  we  seek  his  love. 

We  shall  find  him- 
And  our  souls  he  will  approve. 

2  If  we  seek  him  through  the  Saviour, 
Pleading  all  he  did  below, 

We  shall  surely  find  his  favor. 
And  be  saved  from  endless  woe  ; 

And  to  heaven. 
After  death,  our  souls  will  go. 

3  If  we  seek  his  Holy  Spirit 
In  our  young  and  early  days, 

He  will  grant,  through  Jesus'  merit, 
Rich  supplies  of  heavenly  grace  ; 

And  will  fit  us 
For  eternal  songs  of  praise. 


172        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

314  s.M. 

The  Heart  of  Stone. 

OTHAT  I  could  repent, 
With  all  my  idols  part, 
And  to  thy  gracious  eye  present 
An  humble  contrite  heart ; — 

2  A  heart  with  grief  oppress'd, 
For  having  grieved  my  God  ; 

A  troubled  heart,  that  cannot  rest 
Till  sprinkled  with  thy  blood. 

3  Jesus,  on  me  bestow 
The  penitent  desire ;" 

"With  true  sincerity  of  woe 
My  aching  breast  inspire. 

4  With  soft'ning  pity  look. 
And  melt  my  hardness  down  : 

Strike  with  thy  love's  resistless  stroke, 
And  break  this  heart  of  stone. 

315  c.M. 

Refuge  in  God. 

DEAR  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 
My  soul  for  shelter  flies  : 
'Tis  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat 
When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 

2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 
If  thou,  my  God,  art  near  ; 

Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
And  banish  every  fear. 

3  My  great  Protector  and  my  Lord, 
Thy  constant  aid  impart ; 

O  let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word. 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart. 

4  0  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  this  divine  retreat ; 

Still  let  me  trust  thy  power  and  love, 
And  dwell  beneath  thy  feet. 


THE  PENITENT.  173 

316  CM. 

Joy  over  the  Repenting  Sinner. 

OHOW  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 
When  but  one  sinner  turns, 
And  with  an  humble,  broken  heart, 
His  sin  and  error  mourns  ! 

2  Pleased  with  the  news,  the  saints  below 
In  song^s  their  tongues  employ ; 

Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go. 
And  heaven  is  fill'd  with  joy. 

3  Well  pleased  the  Father  sees  and  hears 
The  conscious  sinner's  moan ; 

Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

4  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 
But  kindle  with  new  fire  : 

"  The  sinner  lost  is  found,"  they  sing, 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 

317  L.M. 

Children  encouraged  to  seek  the  Lord. 

BLEST  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  claim. 
The  favor  to  address  thy  name  ; 
Thou  wast  so  meek  that  babes  might  be 
Encouraged  to  draw  near  to  thee. 

2  0  Saviour,  help  us  to  believe 
That  thou  wilt  children  yet  receive  ; 
Thy  tender  mercies,  Lord,  are  free. 
And  we  are  welcome  unto  thee. 

3  To  every  child,  0  Lord,  impart 
A  broken  and  a  contrite  heart ; 

O  cleanse  us  by  thy  precious  blood. 
And  fill  us  with  the  fear  of  God. 

4  Though  oft  we  err,  restore  us  still. 
And  make  us  better  do  thy  will ; 
Till,  fitted  by  thy  power  and  grace. 
We  reach  thy  throne  and  see  thy  face. 


174       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

318  L.M. 

Tlie  Light  Yoke  and  Ea^y  Burden. 

OTHAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ; 
O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down — 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find : 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 

1  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, — 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God ; 
Thy  light  end  easy  burden  prove  ; 

The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallow 'd  blood. 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power ; 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release  ; 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

319  c.M. 

Lamenting  th^  Adserice  of  the  Spirit. 

OFOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, — 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  Word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed  ! 
How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 


THE  PENITENT.  175 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 

1  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
Whate'er  that  idol  be, 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

320  CM. 

Indwelling  Sin  dexilored. 

WHAT  is  there.  Lord,  a  youth  can  do 
That  feels  with  guilt  oppress'd '? 
Sins  that  I  never  mourn'd  before 
I  find  within  my  breast. 

2  My  thoughts  are  vain  ;  my  heart  is  hard ; 
My  temper  apt  to  rise  ; 

E'en  when  I  seem  upon  my  guard, 
It  takes  me  by  surprise. 

3  Whene'er  to  thy  commands  I  turn, 
I  find  I  've  broken  them  ; 

And  in  thy  Holy  Scriptures  learn 
That  God  will  sin  condemn. 

4  With  pity  to  my  prayer  attend, 
My  humble  voice  regard  ; 

And  thine  own  Holy  Spirit  send, 
To  melt  a  heart  so  hard. 

5  I  feel  there  is  no  strength  in  me 
To  do  that  work  alone  ; 

But,  Lord,  I  come  and  look  to  thee 
To  change  this  heart  of  stone. 


176       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

321  L  M. 

Tlie  Stiibhorn  Heart. 

OFOR  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
To  take  this  stubborn  heart  away ; 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine, 

2  The  rocks  can  rend  ;  the  earth  can  quak-e 
The  seas  can  roar ;  the  mountains  shake  : 
Of  feeling,  all  things  show  some  sign, 

But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
O  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt : 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  Thy  judgments  too,  which  devils  fear — 
Amazing  thought ! — unmoved  I  hear ! 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine 

To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  power  divine  can  do  the  deed ; 
And,  Lord,  that  power  I  greatly  need : 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine. 

And  melt  and  change  this  heart  of  mine. 

322  CM. 

The  Dreadful  Sentence. 

THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
The'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Jesus,  thou  source  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  ruler  of  my  heart, 

How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  word, — Depart ! 

3  The  thunder  of  that  awful  word 
Would  so  torment  my  ear, 

'T  would  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 


THE  PENITENT.  17T 

4  What,  to  be  banish'd  from  my  Lord, 
And  yet  forbid  to  die ; 

To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
And  death  forever  fly ! — 

5  O  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 
To  see  my  God  remove, 

And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
1  must  not  taste  his  love. 

323  CM. 

Unwearied  Earnestness. 

FATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee; 
No  other  help  I  know  : 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah !  whither  shall  I  go  ? 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure. 
Before  I  drew  my  breath  ! 

What  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death ! 

3  O  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 
I  now  should  feel  thy  power  ; 

And  all  my  wants  thou  wouldst  relieve, 
In  this  accepted  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith !  to  thee  I  lift 
My  weary,  longing  eyes  : 

O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift, — 
My  soul  without  it  dies. 

5  Surely,  thou  canst  not  let  me  die ; 
O  speak,  and  I  shall  live  ; 

And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 
Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 

6  How  would  my  fainting  soul  rejoice, 
Could  I  but  see  thy  face  ; 

Now  let  me  hear  thy  quick'ning  yoice, 
And  taste  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
12 


178        SUIS'DAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

324  9th  P.  M.  87,  87,  87,  87. 

The  Heart  given  to  God. 

TAKE  my  heart,  O  Father,  take  it ; 
Make  and  keep  it  all  thine  own: 
Let  thy  Spirit  melt  and  break  it ; 

Turn  to  fiesh  this  heart  of  stone. 
Heavenly  Father,  deign  to  mold  it 

Jn  obedience  to  thy  will ; 
And,  as  passing  years  unfold  it, 
Keep  it  meek  and  childlike  still. 

2  Father,  make  it  pure  and  lowly. 

Peaceful,  kind,  and  far  from  si'rife, 
Turning  from  the  paths  unholy 

Of  this  vain  and  sinful  life. 
May  the  blood  of  Jesus  heal  it, 

And  its  sins  l)e  all  forgiven: 
Holy  Spirit,  take  and  seal  it; 

Guide  it  in  the  path  to  heaven. 

325  L.M. 

Condemned,  hut  pleading  the  Promises. 

SHOW  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive  ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live. 
Are  not  liiy  mercies  lart^e  and  free? 
May  :iot  a  sinner  trust  m  thee  ? 

2  IMy  crirnes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  ,)0\ver  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  parcl'ning  love  be  lo  :nd. 

3  0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  ofienses  pain  my  eyes. 

4  0  save  a  trembling  sinner.  Lord, 
Whor>c  ho-^e,  still  hov'rin;/  round  thy  Word, 
Would  iir^  ht  on  some  sweet  promise  there,-^ 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


THE  PENITENT.  179 

326  CM. 

A  Child's  Confession. 

OLORD,  forgive  a  sinful  child, 
Whose  heart  is  all  unclean  ; 
How  base  am  I,  and  how  defiled 
By  the  vile  work  of  sin  ! 

2  O  change  this  stubborn  heart  of  mine, 
And  make  ms  pure  within  ; 

Still  manifest  thy  love  divme. 
And  save  me  from  all  sin. 

3  Stubborn,  untractablc,  and  wild, 
By  nature  is  my  heart : 

O  Lord,  to  me,  a  patient,  mild. 
And  holy  mind  impart. 

4  Then  shall  I  make  redeeming  love 
My  daily,  hourly  song  ; 

And  joys  like  theirs  who  sing  above 
Shall  ,tun3  an  infant's  tongue. 

327  L.M. 

The  Youthful  Pilgrim. 

I  WOULD  a  youthful  pilgrim  be. 
Resolved  alone  to  follow  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  God,  who  now  art  gone 
Up  to  thine  everlasting  throne. 

2  I  would  my  heart  to  thee  resign ; 
O  come  and  make  it  wholly  thine ; 
Set  up  thy  kingdom.  Lord,  within, 
And  cast  out  every  thought  of  sin. 

3  Be  it  my  chief  desire  to  prove 
How  much  I  owe,  how  much  I  love; 
Contentedly  my  cross  to  take. 

And  meekly  bear  it  for  thy  sake. 

4  Then,  when  my  pilgrimage  is  o'er, 
And  I  can  serve  thee  here  no  more, 
Within  thy  temple,  God  of  love, 
I'll  serve  thee  day  and  night  above. 


180       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

328  12th  P.  M.  76,  76,  78,  76. 

Humility  and  Contrition. 

JESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
Call  back  a  wand'ring  sheep  ; 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored ; 

On  me  be  all  long-suflfring  shown  : 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 
Repentance  to  impart. 

Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 
The  humble  contrite  heart : 

Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 
A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown : 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  For  thine  own  compassion's  sake, 
The  gracious  wonder  show  ; 

Cast  my  sins  behind  thy  back. 
And  wash  me  white  as  snow  : 

If  thy  bowels  now  are  stirr'd. 
If  now  I  do  myself  bemoan. 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

329  6th  P.  M.  6 /mes  7s. 
Clinging  to  the  Cross. 

ROCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood. 
From  thy  wounded  side  which  flow'd, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, — 
Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 


THE  PENITENT.  181 

2  Could  my  tears  forever  flow, — 
Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know, — 
These  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  the  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, — 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee, 

330  L.M. 

Weary  Souls  in/vited  to  Rest. 

COME,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distress'd ; 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey. 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 
O,  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad ; 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 
To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes ; 
Pardon  and  life,  and  endless  peace — 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace  ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart 
The  love  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind,  invitmg  voice. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove  ; 
And  sweetly  influence  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 


182       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

331  L.M. 

Deprecoiing  flie  Witlidrawal  of  the  Spint. 

STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 
Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite  • 
Nor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  faght. 

2  Though  I  have  steel'd  my  stubborn  heart, 
And  shaken  off  my  guilty  fears  ; 

And  vex'd,  and  urged  thee  to  depart, 
For  many  long  rebellious  years: 

3  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been, 
Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received  ; 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen  ; 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved: 

4  Yet,  O  !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 

Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 
To'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest. 

332  CM. 

Re  died  for  thee. 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree ; 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee  ! 

2  Hark  !  how  he  groans,  while  nature  shakes 
And  "earth's  strong  pillars  bend  : 

The  temple's  vail  in  sunder  breaks, — 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done  !  the  precious  ransom's  paid 
Receive  my  soul !  he  cries  : 

See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head  ; 
He  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

4  But  soon  he  '11  break  death's  envious  chain, 
And  in  full  glory  shine  : 

O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love,  like  thine  ? 


THE  SAVIOUR.  183 

333  L.  M. 

Love  wJiich  passeth  Knowledge. 

OF  Him  who  did  salvation  br'.g, 
I  could  forever  think  an  I  sing : 
Arise,  ye  needy, — he'll  rj  xcve  ; 
Arise,  ye  guilty, — he  '11  forgive. 

2  Ask  but  his  grace,  and  lo,  'tis  given  ; 
Ask,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven : 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

3  To  shame  our  sins  he  blush'd  in  blood; 
He  closed  his  eyes  to  show  us  God  : 

Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know. 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 

4  'T  is  thee  I  love — for  thee  alone 

I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan ; 
"Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 

5  Insatiate  to  this  spring  i  fly ; 

1  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry  : 

Ah !  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof? 
Ah  !  who  that  loves,  can  love  enough? 

334  L.M. 

Fullness  and  Sufficiency  of  the  Atonement. 

JESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress: 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  array'd, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  Lord,  I  believe  thy  precious  blood, — 
Which,  at  the  mercy-seat  of  God, 
Forever  doth  for  sinners  plead, — 

For  me,  e'en  for  my  soul,  was  shed. 

3  Lord,  I  believe  were  sinners  more 
Than  sands  upon  the  ocean  shore, 
Thou  hast  for  all  a  ransom  paid — 
For  all  a  full  atonement  made. 


184        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

335  CM. 

Efficacy  of  tlie  Atoning  Blood. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 

And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb !  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power, 

Till  all  the  ransom'd  Church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sin^  thy  power  to  save, 

When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue, 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

336  CM. 

God  manifested  in  the  Flesh. 

WITH  glorious  clouds  encompass'd  round. 
Whom  angels  dimly  see, 
Will  the  Unsearchable  be  found, 
Or  God  appear»to  me  ? 

2  Will  he  forsake  his  throne  above, — 
Himself  to  worms  impart  ^ 

Answer,  thou  Man  of  grief  and  love, 
And  speak  it  to  my  heart, 

3  In  manifested  love  explain 
Thy  wonderful  design ; 

What  meant  the  suflf'ring  Son  of  man, — 
The  streaming  blood  divine  ? 


THE  SAVIOUR.  185 

i  Didst  thou  not  in  our  flesh  appear, 

And  live  and  die  below, 
That  I  might  now  perceive  thee  near, 

And  my  Redeemer  know  ? — 

5  Might  view  the  Lamb  in  his  own  light, 

Whom  angels  dimly  see  ; 
And  gaze,  transported  at  the  sight,  ^ 

To  all  eternity  ? 


337  I'M. 

Dying,  rising,  reigmng. 

HE  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 
Lo !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around ; 
A  solemn  darknecss  vails  the  skies, 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  : 
Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load ; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, — 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

2  Here 's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  : 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man  ! 

But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see ! 

Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 
The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ; 

(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise  :) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home. 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

3  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  your  great  Deliv'rer  reigns  ; 

Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster  death  in  chains : 

Say,  Live  forever,  wondrous  King ! 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  ; 

Then  ask  the  monster,  Where's  thy  sting? 
And,  Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  ? 


186       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

333  9th  p.  M.  87,  87. 

Jesus  our  Strength. 
TESUS,  Lord  of  life  and  glor>', 
U    Friend  of  children,  hear  our  lays  : 
Humbly  would  our  souls  adore  thee, 

Sing  thy  name  in  hymns  of  praise. 
I    2  O  what  debtors  to  thy  kindness 

Are  we,  God  of  boundless  love  ! 
Thousands  wander  on  in  blindness, 

Strangers  to  the  light  above. 

3  Jesus,  on  thine  arm  relying, 

We  would  tread  this  earthly  vale  ; 
Be  our  life  when  we  are  dying  ; 
Be  our  strength,  when  strength  shall  fail. 

4  Let  us  mount  the  hills  of  glory. 
Far  from  sins,  and  woes,  and  pains ; 

There,  in  perfect  songs,  adore  thee, 
And  in  everlasting  strains. 

339  L.M.* 

TJie  Saviour''s  Love. 

SOFT  be  the  gently  breathing  notes. 
That  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love  ; 
Soft  as  the  evening  zephyr  floats  ; 
Soft  as  the  tuneful  lyres  above. 

2  Soft  as  the  morning  dews  descend, 
While  the  sweet  lark  exulting  soars  ; 

So  soft,  to  your  Almighty  Friend, 
Be  every  sigh  your  bosom  pours. 

3  Pure  as  the  sun's  enlivening  ray, 
That  scatters  life  and  joy  abroad; 

Pure  as  the  lucid  car  of  day, 
That  wide  proclaims  its  Maker,  God. 

4  Pure  as  the  breath  of  vernal  skies, 
So  pure  let  our  contrition  be  ; 

And  purely  let  our  sorrows  rise 
To  Him  who  bled  upon  the  tree. 


THE  SAVIOUR.  187 

34  0  L.  M. 

Clirist  the  True  Vine. 

JESUS,  thou  true  and  living  Vine, 
Make  me  by  faith  a  child  of  thine ; 
That  I  a  living  branch  may  be, 
Abiding  always,  Lord,  in  thee. 

2  Now  to  my  soul  thy  life  impart, 
Come  and  abide  within  my  heart ; 
May  heavenly  sap  thy  Spirit  give, 
That  to  thy  glory  I  may  live. 

3  Beneath  my  heavenly  Father's  care 
"Fruits  of  the  Spirit"  may  I  bear — 
Humility,  and  faith,  and  love  : 

So  shall  I  thy  disciple  prove. 

4  Saviour,  a  tender  branch  am  I; 
Sever'd  from  thee  my  soul  would  die  : 
For  life,  for  strength,  I  must  entwine, 
And  cling  around  the  living  Vine. 

5  To  me  eternal  life  supply ; 
Then  shall  I  never,  never  die — 
But  when  transplanted  by  thy  love 
Bloom  in  thy  Paradise  above. 

341  CM. 

The  Joyful  Sound. 

SALVATION  !  0  the  joyful  sound  ) 
What  pleasure  to  our  ears  ! 
A  sov'reign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around. 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

3  Salvation  !  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb  ! 
To  thee  the  praise  belongs : 

Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 
And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 


188        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

342  CM. 

Godly  Sorrow  at  the  Cross. 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 
And  did  my  Sov'reign  die? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 

When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 
While  his  dear  cross  appears  ; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, — 
'T  is  all  that  I  can  do. 


343  CM. 

His  Amazing  Love. 

PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope. 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  peace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief: 
He  saw,  and  (0,  amazing  love  !) 

He  flew  to  our  relief. 


THE  SAVIOUR.  189 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 
With  joyful  haste  he  fled  ; 

Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  O  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lasting  silence  break  ; 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  : 

But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 


344  CM. 

The  Precious  Kame. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Dear  name,  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 
My  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 

The  never-failing  treasure,  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace  . 

4  Jesus,  my  Shepherd,  Saviour,  Friend, 
My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  I  would  thy  boundless  love  proclaim 
With  every  fleeting  breath; 

So  shall  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death.    -- 


190        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

345  L.M. 

Yoics  remeiribered  and  renewed. 

0  HAPPY  day  that  fix'd  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  O  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows  \ 
To  Him  who  merits  all  my  love  ; 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house. 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done — the  great  transaction's  done  ; 

1  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  follow'd  on, 

Charm'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart ; 
Fix'd  on  this  blissful  center,  rest ; 

Nor  ever  from  thy  Lord  depart : 
With  him  of  every  good  possess'd. 

5  High  Heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow. 
That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear, 

Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  d^ath  a  bond  so  dear. 

3/j.(J  3d  P.  M.  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

'' Ahla,  Father:' 

ARISE,  my  soul,  arise; 
Shake  off'  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears  : 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands; 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands, 

2  He  ever  lives  above. 
For  me  to  intercede  ; 

His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood,  to  plead  . 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  191 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 
Received  on  Calvary  ; 

They  pour  eifectual  prayers, 
They  strongly  plead  tor  me  : — 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 
His  dear  anointed  One  : 

He  cannot  turn  away 
The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  i  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconciled  ; 
His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear: 

He  owns  me  for  his  child ; 
I  can  no  longer  fear: 
With  conlidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

347  CM. 

Entire  Purification. 

FOREVER  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
Close  to  thy  bleedmg  side; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea,— 
For  me  the  Saviour  died.  ' 

2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 
Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 

Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  "Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own  •• 
Wash  ine,  and  mine  thou' art ; 

Wash  tne,  but  not  my  feet  alone, — 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  The'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply. 
Till  faith  to  sight  improve  ; 

Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  lovat 


192        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

343  5th  F.M.  A  lines  7a 

Learning  to  love, 

SAVIOUR  !  teach  me,  day  by  day, 
Love's  sweet  lesson  to  obey  ; 
Sweeter  lesson  cannot  be, 
Loving  Him  who  first  loved  me. 

2  With  a  childlike  heart  of  love, 
At  thy  bidding  may  I  move  ; 
Prompt  to  serve  and  follow  thee, 
Loving  Him  who  first  loved  me. 

3  Teach  me  all  thy  steps  to  trace. 
Strong  to  follow  in  thy  grace  ; 
Learning  how  to  love  from  thee, 
Loving  Him  who  first  loved  ;me. 

4  Love  in  loving  finds  employ — 
In  obedience  all  her  joy  ; 

Ever  new  that  joy  will  be, 
Loving  Him  who  first  loved  me. 

5  Thus  may  I  rejoice  to  show 
That  I  feel  the  love  I  owe  ; 
Singing,  till  thy  face  I  see^ 

Of  His  love  who  first  loved  me. 

349  L.M. 

The  Highwarj  of  Holiness. 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, — 
He,  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  : 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, — 
The  road  thiat  leads  from  banishment, — 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I  '11  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been. 
Because  I  wfc  not  saved  from  sin. 


EXPERIENCE  AND  HOPE.        193 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more  ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, — 
Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way. 

5  Lo !  glad  I  come  ;  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  as  I  am : 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, — 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say, — Behold  the  way  to  God ! 


350  ,  C.M., 

Ti^e  Onli/  Solace  in  Sorrow. 

OTHOU  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 
How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  when  deceived  and  wounded  here. 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee. 

2  The  friends  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 
When  winter  comes,  are  flown  ; 

And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

3  But  Christ  can  heal  that  broken  heart, 
Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 

Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part, 
Breathes  sweetness  out  of  woe. 

4  O  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 
Did  not  His  wing  of  love 

Come  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom. 
Our  peace-branch  from  above. 

5  Then  sorrow,  touch'd  by  Him,  grows  bright, 
With  more  than  rapture's  ray  ; 

As  darkness  shows  us  worfB|  of  light. 
We  never  saw  by  day.    ^P 
13 


194        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

351  CM. 

Watclifulness  and  Prayer. 

ALAS  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise  ? 
What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 
To  heaven  0  let  me  lift  my  eyes^ 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  O  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 
My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 

Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive. 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

3  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 
When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

4  6  keep  me  in  thy  heatenly  way, 
And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 
From  happiness  and  thee. 

352  P.  M.  86,  86,  88,  86, 

All  is  well. 
"WHAT 'S  this  that  steals  upon  my  frame? 

tV     Is  it  death  ?  is  it  death? 
That  soon  shall  quench  this  vital  flame? 

Is  it  death  ?  is  it  death  ? 
If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free  ; 

1  shall  the  King  of  glory  see  : 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

2  Weep  not,  my  friends,  weep  not  for  me ; 

All  is  well,  all  is  well: 
My  sins  are  pardon'd — 1  am  free  ; 

All  IS  well,  all  is  well. 
There 's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise, 
To  hide  my  Saviour  from  my  eyes  : 
1  soon  shall  mcyigt  the  upper  skies  : 

All  is  well^fcl  is  well. 


EXPERIENCE  AND  HOPE.        195 

,3  Tune,  tune  your  harps,  ye  saints  in  glory; 

All  is  well,  all  is  well : 
I  will  rehearse  the  pleasing  story; 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
Bright  angels  are  from  glory  come  ; 
They  're  round  my  bed,  they  're  in  my  room; 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home  : 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

4  Hark,  hark !  my  Lord  and  Master  calls  me  ; 

All  is  well,  all  is  well: 
I  soon  shall  see  his  face  in  glory ; 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
Farewell,  my  friends,  adieu,  adieu, 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you. 
My  glittermg  crown  appears  in  view  : 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

5  Hail,  hail,  all  hail!  ye  blood-wash'd  throng, 

Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace  ; 

1  come  to  join  your  rapturous  song. 

Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace  : 
All  is  peace  and  joy  divine, 
And  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine  ; 
O  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

353  CM. 

Bearing  the  Cross. 

DIDST  thou,  dear  Saviour,  suffer  shame 
And  bear  the  cross  for  me  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name, 
Or  thy  disciple  be  ? 

2  Forbid  it.  Lord,  that  I  should  dread 
To  suffer  shame  or  loss  ; 

O  let  me  in  thy  footsteps  tread, 
And  glory  in  thy  cross. 

3  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine. 
And  holy  courage  bold  ; 

Let  knowledge,  faith,  andj[ieekness  shine, 
Nor  love  nor  zeal  grow  TOld. 


196       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

354  8th  p.  M.  87,  87,  47. 

The  Pilgrim's  Guide  aiid  Guardian. 

GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land : 

1  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand: 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Fe6d  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 
Whence  the  healing  waters  flow ; 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar. 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through: 

Strong  Deliv'rer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  : 

Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current ; 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

355  L.  M. 

For  Sustaining  Grace. 

MY  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou  ; 
To  thee,  lo,  now  my  soul  I  bow  ; 
I  feel  the  bliss  thy  wounds  impart, — 

1  find  thee,  Saviour,  in  my  heart. 

2  Be  thou  my  strength, — be  thou  my  way*, 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day : 
In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide. 

And  keep  me,  Saviour,  near  thy  side. 

3  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour, 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  power ; 
Tear  every  idc^from  thy  throne, 
And  reign,  my  isaviour,  reign  alone. 


EXPERIENCE  AND  HOPE.   197 

356  L.M. 

Glorying  only  in  the  Cross. 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast. 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God ; 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  : 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet. 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine. 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

357  L.M. 

Because  Re  liveth  I  shall  live  also. 

I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives — 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead  ; 
He  lives,  my  everlasting  Head  ! 

2  He  lives,  to  bless  me  with  his  love ; 
He  lives,  to  plead  for  me  above ; 

He  lives,  my  hungry  soul  to  feed  ; 
He  lives,  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

3  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath ; 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death  ; 
He  lives,  my  mansion  to  prepare ; 

He  lives,  to  bring  me  safely 'there. 

4  He  lives — all  glory  to  his  name  ; 
He  lives,  my  Saviour,  still  the  same; 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives, — 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 


198        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

358  c.M. 

His  Sympathizing  Lore. 

WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  HiRh  Priest  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 

He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 

3  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 
Pour'd  out  strong  cries  and  tears, 

And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 
But  raise  it  to  a  flame; 

The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 
His  mercy  and  his  power  ; 

We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  every  trying  hour. 

359  c.M. 

nis  Quickening  Pmcer. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below. 
Fond  of  these  earthly  toys  ; 

Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go. 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, — 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 

Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 


EXPERIENCE  AND  HOPE.        199 

4  Father,  and  shall  we  ever  live 
At  this  poor  dying  rate  ; 

Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours, 

360  L.M. 

Folloishig  the  Saviour. 

OTHOU,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light. 
Search,  prove  my  heart — it  pants  for  thee; 
O  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free. 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross  ; 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross  ; 
Hallow  each  thought ;  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 
Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way  : 
No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erllow, — 
W^hen  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, — 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Saviour,  where'er  thy  step?  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  thee  ;  ^ 
O  let  thy  hand  support  me  still. 

And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill. 

6  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way. 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day  ; 
Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  ceas 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace 


200       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

361  L.  M. 

Evening:  Memorials  of  His  Grace. 

THUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on,— 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my 'days  • 
And  every  evemng  shall  make  known 
borne  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste. 
And  1  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 

mu  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 
And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  ; 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  t 

While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
1  heir  watchful  stations  round  m.y  hed. 

^  V"""^  T^l""  ,^^®  ^S^*  ^^  de^th  shall  come» 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground. 

And.  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb» 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

362  CM. 

Morrtinff:  The  Sun  cf  RigJiiemtmess. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  meet  the  day; 
L  nfold  thy  drowsy  eyes, 
AM  burst  the  heavy  chain  that  binds 
1  hme  active  faculties. 

2  God's  guardian  shield  was  round  me  spread, 
in  my  defenseless  sleep  r 

Let  Him  have  all  my  waking  hours 
Who  doth  my  slumbers  keep. 

3  Pardon,  O  God,  my  former  sloth, 
^nd  arm  my  soul  with  grace ; 
M,  rising,  now  I  seal  my  vows 

To  prosecute  thy  ways. 

•  ^  ^V^^^  ^""  ^^  Righteousness,  arise ; 

1  hy  radiant  beams  display  ; 
And  guide  my  dark,  bewilder'd  sou\ 
.  To  everlasting  day. 


FAMILY.  201 

363  c^ 

3forning :  Self-conseeration. 

ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats. 
The  day  renews  the  sound  ; 

Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits, 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame: 
My  tongue  shall  speak  his  pr^ioc  ; 

My  sins  might  rouse  his  ^'^'•i.^.n  to  Hame, 
But  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  O  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 
While  1  enjoy  the  light ; 

Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  peaceful  night. 

3  g  ^  9th  P.  M.  87,  87. 

livening :  Confidence  in  God^s  Protection. 

SAVIOUR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing. 
Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing  ; 
Thou  canst  save,  and  thou  canst  heal. 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 
Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly, 

Angel  guards  from  thee  surround  us  ; 
We  are  safe  if  thou  art  nigh, 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 
Darkness  cannot  hide  from  thee  ; 

Thou  art  He  who,  never  weary, 
Watchest  where  thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 
And  command  us  to  the  tomb. 

May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  bright,  eternal  bloom. 


202        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

365  i^-M- 

Evening :  Trusting  in  God, 

GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light  t 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  which  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment-day. 

4  O  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close  ; 
Sleep,  which  shall  me  more  vig'rous  make. 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  Lord,  let  my  soul  forever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care  : 

'T  is  heaven  on  earth,  'tis  heaven  above, 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love. 

366  CM.    ^ 

Evening :  Niiniberless  Me^'cies. 

NOW  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 
Let  warmest  thanks  arise; 
Assist  us.  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

2  This  day  God  was  our  sun  and  shield, 
Our  keeper  and  our  guide  ; 

His  care  was  on  our  weakness  shown, — 
His  mercies  multiplied. 

3  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied 
Have  made  up  all  this  day ; 

Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift  and  free  than  they. 


PRIVATE  AND  SOCIAL.  203 

4  New  time,  new  favors,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require  : 
Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 

Accept  our  hearts'  desire. 

3  (^  Y  29tli  P.  M.  4  lines  12s. 

TTie  Triumphs  of  Grace. 

THE  voice  of  free  grace  cries, — Escape  to  the 
mountain ; 
For  Adam's  lost  race    Christ  hath   open'd  a 

fountain : 
For  sin  and  uncleanness,  and  ev'ry  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely,  in  streams  of  sal- 
vation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  purchased 

our  pardon: 
We  will  praise  him  again  when  we  pass 
over  Jordan. 

2  Now  glory  to  God  in  the  highest  is  given; 
Now  gl6ry  to  God  is  reechoed  in  heaven ; 
Around  the  whole  earth  let  us  tell  the  glad  story, 
And  sing  of  his  love,  his  salvation  and  glory. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

3  O  Jesus,  ride  on, — thy  kingdom  is  glorious  ; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  thou  wilt  make  us  vic- 
torious : 

Thy  name  shall  be  praised  in  the  great  congre- 
gation. 
And  saints  shall  ascribe  unto  thee  their  sal- 
vation. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

4  When  on  Zion  we  stand,  having  gain'd  the 
blest  shore. 

With  our  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will  praise 

evermore ; 
We'll  range  the  blest  fields  on  the  banks  of  the 
And  sing  of  redemption  forever  and  ever,  [river, 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 


204       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

368  s.  M. 

Contrition's  Sigh. 

OTHOU,  whose  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humble  sigh  ; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye, — 

2  See,  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
A  wretched  wand'rer  mourn  : 

Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 
Hast  thou  not  said, — Return? 

3  Shall  guilty  fears  prevail 
To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 

O  !  let  not  this  last  refuge  fail, — 
This  only  safe  retreat. 

4  Absent  from  thee,  my  Light, 
Without  one  cheering  ray, — 

Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  nigits. 
How  desolate  my  way.! 

5  On  this  benighted  heart, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 

And  let  thy  voice  again  impart 
A  taste  of  joy  divine. 

369  CM. 

Evening— Solit  ude. 

I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  every  cumb'ring  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  "in  solitude  to  shed 
The  penitential  tear, 

And  all  his  promises  to  plead 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past,  , 
And  future  good  implore, — 

And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 


PBIVATE  AND  SOCIAL.  205 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 

The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 
May  its  departing  ray 

Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

370  P.  M.  8 /i72e5  10s. 

Tnumph. 

JOYFULLY,  joyfully  onward  I  move, 
Bound  for  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above; 
Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come, 
"  Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home." 
Soon,  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
Home  to  that  land  of  delight  will  I  go; 
Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  1  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 

2  Friends  fondly  cherish'd  have  pass'd  on  before ; 
Waiting,  they  watch  me  approaching  the  shore ; 
Singing,  to  cheer  me  through  death's  chilling 

gloom, 
"  Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home." 
Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear ; 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear! 
Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high  dome, 
"  Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home." 

3  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  me  low ; 
Strike,  king  of  terrors,  I  fear  not  thy  blow; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb : 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I  go  home. 

Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn  ; 
Death  shall  be  banish'd,  his  scepter  be  gone  : 
Joyfully  then  shall  I  witness  his  doom ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 


206        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

371  CM. 

Lamenting  Spiritual  Sloth. 

MY  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so? 
Awake,  my  sluggish  soul : 
Nothing  hath  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 

2  Go  to  the  ants  !  for  one  poor  grain 
See  how  they  toil  and  strive  ; 

Yet  we  who  have  a  heaven  to'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! — 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 
And  stars  their  courses  move  ; 

We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above  : — 

4  We  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  dow 
And  labor'd  for  our  good  ; 

How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchased  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Give  us  with  active  warmth  to  move, 
With  vig'rous  souls  to  rise; 

With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
To  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

372  2d  P.  M.  6  Zmc5  8s 

Everlasting  Praises. 

I'LL  praise  my  Maker  while  I 've  breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past. 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

Or  immortality  endures. 
2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  :  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train; 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 
He  saves  the'  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 


PRIVATE  A2^D  SOCIAL.  207 

3  The  Lord  pours  eyesight  on  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  fainting  mind; 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace  ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  m  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 

4  I  '11  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

Or  immortality  endures. 

373  CM- 

Secrets  of  the  Heart  made  Jcnown. 
ND  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought. 


A 


And  answer  in  that  day 
For  every  vain  and  idle  thought, 
And  every  word  I  say  ? 

2  Yes,  every  secret  of  my  heart 
Shall  shortly  be  made  known, 

And  I  receive  my  just  desert 
For  all  that  1  have  done. 

3  How  careful  then  ought  I  to  live  ; 
With  what  religious  fear ; 

Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 
For  my  behavior  here. 

4  Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead 
The  watchful  power  bestow ; 

So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed, — 
To  all  I  speak  or  do. 

5  If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near  ; 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 


208       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

374  L.M. 

The  Influence  of  Love. 

THE  ransora'd  spiru  to  her  home, 
The  clime  of  cloudless  beauty,  flies  ; 
No  more  on  stormy  seas  to  roam, 

She  hails  her  haven  in  the  skies  : 
But  cheerless  are  those  heavenly  fields, 
That  cloudless  clime  no  pleasure  yields, 
There  is  no  bliss  in  bowers  above, 
If  thou  art  absent,  holy  Love  ! 

2  The  cherub  near  the  viewless  throne, 
Hath  smote  the  harp  with  trembling  hancr 

And  one  with  incense-fire  hath  flown, 
To  touch  with  flame  the  angel  band ; 

But  tuneless  is  the  quivering  string, 

No  melody  can  Gabriel  bring. 
Mute  are  its  arches,  when  above 
The  harps  of  heaven  wake  not  to  Lov'e 

3  Earth,  sea,  and  sky  one  language  speak, 
In  harmony  that  soothes  the  soul : 

'Tis  heard  when  scarce  the  zephyrs  wake, 
And  when  on  thunders  thunders  roll : 

That  voice  is  heard,  and  tumults  cease — 

It  whispers  to  the  bosom  peace. 
Speak,  thou  Inspirer,  from  above, 
And  cheer  our  hearts,  celestial  Love  ! 

375  9th  P.  M.  87,  87,  87,  87. 

Hitherto  hath  the  Lord  helped  us. 

COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  : 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 
Praise  the  mount — I  'm  fix'd  upon  it ; 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love  ! 


PRIVATE  AND  SOCIAL.  209 

2  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer; 
Hither  by  thy  help  I  'm  come ; 

And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger. 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God- 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

3  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 
Daily  I  'm  constrain'd  to  be  ' 

Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee 

Prone  to  wander.  Lord,  I  feel  it — 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 

Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it- 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 


376  CM. 

The  Race  for  Glo-ry. 

AWAKE,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigor  on ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 

'Tis  he  whose  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 

Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

4  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  thee. 
Our  race  have  we  begun ; 

And,  crown'd  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 
We  '11  lay  our  trophies  down. 
14 


210       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

377  c.  M. 

A  Perfect  Heart  the  Redeemer''s  Throne.  . 

OFOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God,  | 

A  heart  trom  sin  set  free ; — 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  spill'd  for  me  : — 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, — 
"Wher:^  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  O  f  :r  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 
Believing,  true,  and  cban  ; 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within  : — 

4  A  h  art  ii:  every  thought  renew'd. 
And  full  of  leva  divine  ; 

Perfect,  end  right,  and  pure,  and  good, — 
A  copy,  Lord,  cf  thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart; 
Come  quickly  from  above  ; 

Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, — 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 

3Yg  27th  P.  M.  4  lints  lis. 

I  would  not  live  ahcay. 

I  WOULD  not  live  alway  ;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 

way; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  joys,  full  enough  for  its 

cheer. 
2  I  would  not  live  alway;  no— welcome  the 

tomb ! 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 

gloom : 
There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  liim  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 


PRIVATE  AND  SOCIAL.  211 

3  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his 

God- 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  bright  o'er  the 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ? 

4  There  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 

379  ^'^- 

star  of  Bethlehem. 

WHEN  marshal'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glitt'ring  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wand'ring  eye. 
Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks. 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem : 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode ; 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  found'ring  bark. 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze  ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose — 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 
It  bade  my  dark  foreboding  cease  ; 

And,  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now,  safely  moor'd,  my  perils  o'er, 

I  '11  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem. 
Forever,  and  forever  more, 

The  Star !— the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 


212       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

380  CM. 

Faith  sees  the  Final  Triumph, 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, — 
A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb, — 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease  ; 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4  Since  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign, 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 

I  '11  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  Word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 

*  They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, — 
By  faith  they  bring  it  nigh. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine 

In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies. 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

381  CM. 

For  a  Tender  Conscience. 

I  WANT  a  principle  within, 
Of  jealous,  godly  fear; 
A  sensibility  of  sin, — 

A  pain  to  feel  it  near : 
I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel, 

Of  pride  or  fond  desire  ; 
To  catch  the  wand'ring  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 


PRIVATE  AND  SOCIAL.  213 

2  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  thy  goodness  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 

The  tender  conscience,  give. 
Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

O  God,  my  conscience  make  ; 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 

And  keep  it  still  awake. 

3  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray. 
That  moment.  Lord,  reprove; 

And  let  me  weep  my  life  away, 

For  having  grieved  thy  love. 
O  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  well-instructed  soul. 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again, 

Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 


382  L.M. 

( Not  ashamed  of  Jesus. 

JESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ! 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, — 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days. 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ! — that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ; 
No  ! — when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, — 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ! — yes,  I  may, 
When  I  've  no  guilt  to  wash  away ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

4  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  : 
And  0,  may  this  my  glory  be, — 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 


214        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

383  CM. 

JRemeivibrmice  of  Jesus. 

JESUS  !  thy  love  shall  we  forget; 
And  never  bring  to  mind 
The  grace  that  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
And  bade  us  pardon  find  i 


Our  sorrows  and  our  sins  were  laid 

On  thee — alone  on  thee  : 
Thy  precious  blood  our  ransom  paid — 

Thine  all  the  glory  be. 

2  Shall  we  thy  life  of  grief  forget, 
Thy  fasting  and  thy  prayer  ; 

Thy  locks  with  mountain  vapors  wet, 
To  save  us  from  despair  ? 
Our  sorrows,  &c. 

3  Gethsemane,  can  we  forget ; 
Thy  struggling  agony — 

When  night  lay  dark  on  Olivet, 
And  none  to  watch  with  thee  ? 
Our  sorrows,  &c. 

4  Can  we  the  platted  crown  forget — 
The  buffeting  and  shame  ; 

When  hell  thy  sinking  soul  beset, 
And  earth  reviled  thy  name  ? 
Our  sorrows,  &c. 

5  The  nails — the  spear — can  we  forget  ; 
The  agonizing  cry — 

"  My  God  !  my  Father  !  wilt  thou  let 
Thy  Son  forsaken  die  ?" 
Our  sorrows,  &c. 

6  Life's  brightest  joys  we  may  forget— 
Our  kindred  cease  to  love  ; 

But  He  who  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
Our  constancy  shall  prove. 
Our  sorrows,  &c. 


PRIVATE  AND  SOCIAL.  215 

3g4  5th  P.  M.  4  Zing*  78. 

llie  PilgHm^s  Song. 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  we  journey  let  us  sing  ; 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  We  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O  ye  banish'd  seed,  be  glad  ; 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made  : 
Us  to  save  our  flesh  assumes, — 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  undismay'd  go  on. 

5  Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  : 
Only  thou  our  leader  be. 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

335  4th  P.  M.  886,  886. 

Gratiiude  evinced  hy  Living  to  God's  Glory. 

BE  it  my  only  wisdom  here 
To  serve  the  Lord  with  filial  fear, 

With  loving  gratitude  : 
Superior  sense  may  I  display, 
By  shunning  every  evil  way. 

And  walking  in  the  good. 
2  O  may  I  still  from  sin  depart ; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart, 

Jesus,  to  me  be  given  ; 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  know 
To  glorify  my  God  below. 

And  find  my  way  to  heaven. 


216        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

386  S.M. 

For  Diligence  and  Watclifulne&&. 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 
To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill, — 
0  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  O,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 

A  strict  account  to  give. 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely. 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die. 

387  9th  P.  M.  87,  87,  87,  87. 

Taking  up  the  Cross. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  and  follow  thee  : 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken. 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish,  every  fond  ambition — 

All  I  've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known : 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition — 
God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own  ! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me ; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too : 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue. 
And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might. 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me ; 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 


PRIVATE  AND  SOCIAL.  217 

3  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation : 
Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 

Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee : 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine  : 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  : 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine? 

4  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 
Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  prayer ; 

Heaven's  eternal  days  before  thee, 
God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 

Soon  shall  close  thine  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  : 

Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition — 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


388  ^■^' 

Heaveiily  Rest  in  Anticipation. 

WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'S, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come. 
Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall, — 

So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


218        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 
^g9  27th  p.  M.  4  Zincs  11 

Tli€,  Judgment. 

THE  chariot !  the  chariot !  its  wheels  roll  in  fire, 
As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his 
ire  : 

jO,-self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of  cloud, 
Lnd  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  Godhead 
are  bow'd. 

The  glory !  the  glory !  around  him  are  pour'd 
lighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  the 

Lord ; 
^nd  the  glorified  saints  and  the  martyrs  are 

there, 
ind  there  all  who  the  palm-wreaths  of  victory 

wear ! 

The  trumpet !  the  trumpet !  the  dead  have  all 
/'  heard : 

'iO,  the  depths  of  the  stone-cover'd  charnel  are 

stirr'd ! 
""rom  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south, 

from  the  north, 
[.11  the  vast  generations  of  man  are  come  forth!' 

I  The  judgment !   the  judgment !   the  thrones 

are  all  set, 
'^ere  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders 
are  met ! 
here  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the 

Lord, 
nd  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 

O  mercy !  O  mercy  !  look  down  from  above, 
p^reat  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with 

love ! 
JVTien  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  are 

driven, 
May  our   justified    souls  find    a  welcome  in 

heaven ! 


PRIVATE  AND  SOCIAL.  219 

390  CM. 

Deliverance  is  at  hand. 

MY  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done, 
The  passing  moments  say  ; 
As  length'ning  shadows  o'er  the  mead, 
Proclaim  the  close  of  daj'. 

2  O  that  my  heart  might  dwell  aloof 
From  all  created  things  ; 

And  learn  that  wisdom  from  above, 
"Whence  true  contentment  springs. 

3  Courage,  my  soul ;  thy  bitter  cross, 
In  every  trial  here. 

Shall  bear  thee  to  thy  heaven  above, 
But  shall  not  enter  there. 

4  The  sighing  ones  that  humbly  seek 
In  sorrowing  paths  below, 

Shall  in  eternity  rejoice. 
Where  endless  comforts  flow. 

391  c.M. 

Tlie  Full  Assurance  of  Hope. 

HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven  ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place  ; 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven  : 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet,  O;  by  faith  I  see  ; 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight,- 
The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

2  O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours  ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay. 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers. 

And  antedate  that  day: 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near, — 

Our  liie  in  Christ  conceal'd, — 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  fill'd. 


220        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

392  36th  p.  M.  86,  886. 

I^ofhing  true  hut  Heaten. 

THIS  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 
For  man's  illusion  given; 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  wo, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow  : 
There  's  nothing  true  but  heaven ! 

2  And  false  the  light  on  glory's  plume 
As  fading  hues  of  even  ; 

And  love,  and  hope,  and  beauty's  bloom, 
Are  blossoms  gather'd  for  the  tomb  : 
There 's  nothing  bright  but  heaven ! 

3  Poor  wanderers  of  a  stormy  day, 
From  wave  to  wave  we  're  driven ; 

And  fancy's  flash,  and  reason's  ray. 
Serve  but  to  light  the  troubled  way  : 
There 's  nothing  calm  but  heaven ! 

393  s.M. 

Glory  "begun  below. 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

While  ye  surround  his  throne. 
Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God, 
But  servants  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

2  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

That  all  the  earth  surveys, 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky. 

And  calms  the  roaring  seas  ; 
This  awful  God  is  ours. 

Our  Father  and  our  Love  ; 
He  will  send  down  his  heavenly  powers, 

To  carry  us  above. 


PRIVATE  AND  SOCIAL.  221 

3  There  we  shall  see  his  face, 
And  never,  never  sin  ; 

There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in  : 
Yea,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state. 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 

Should  constant  joys  create. 

4  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below ; 

Celestial  fruit  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow  : 

Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  dry  : 

We  're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


394  CM. 

TTie  loadstone  of  His  Love. 

JESUS,  united  by  thy  grace, 
And  each  to  each  endear'd, 
With  confidence  we  seek  thy  face, 
And  know  our  prayer  is  heard. 

2  Make  us  into  one  spirit  drink  ; 
Baptize  into  thy  name  ; 

And  let  us  always  kindly  think, 
And  sweetly  speak,  the  same. 

3  Touch'd  by  the  loadstone  of  thy  love, 
Let  all  our  hearts  agree  ; 

And  ever  toward  each  other  move, 
And  ever  move  toward  thee. 

4  To  thee,  inseparably  join'd, 
Let  all  our  spirits  cleave  ; 

O  may  we  all  the  loving  mind 
That  was  in  thee  receive. 


222        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

395  CM. 

Reneicing  the  Covenant. 

COME,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine 
And  all,  with  one  accord, 
In  a  perpetual  cov'nant  join 
Ourselves  to  Christ  the  Lord ; — 

2  Give  up  ourselves,  through  Jesus'  power, 
His  name  to  glorify  ; 

And  promise,  in  this  sacred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make 
Be  ever  kept  in  mind  ; 

We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake, 
Or  cast  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear, 
Who  hears  our  solemn  vow  ; 

And  if  thou  art  well  pleased  to  hear, 
Come  down,  and  meet  us  now. 

5  Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Let  all  our  hearts  receive  ; 

Present  with  the  celestial  host, 
The  peaceful  answer  give. 

6  To  each  the  cov'nant  blood  apply. 
Which  takes  our  sins  away  ; 

And  register  our  names  on  high. 
And  keep  us  to  that  day. 

396  CM. 

Safety  in  Uhion^ 

JESUS,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
To  thee  for  help  we  fly  : 
Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep, 

For  O !  the  wolf  is  nigh. 
2  He  comes,  of  hellish  malice  full, 

To  scatter,  tear,  and  slay  ; 
He  seizes  every  straggling  soul 
As  his  own  lawful  prey. 


PRIVATE  AND  SOCIAL.  223 

3  Us  into  thy  protection  take, 
And  gather  with  thine  arm  ; 

Unless  the  fold  we  first  forsake, 
The  wolf  can  never  harm. 

4  We  laugh  to  scorn  his  cruel  power, 
While  by  our  Shepherd's  side  ; 

Tho  sheep  he  never  can  devour, 
Unless  he  first  divide. 

5  O  do  not  suffer  him  to  part 
The  souls  that  here  agree  ; 

But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart, 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee. 

6  Together  let  us  sweetly  live, — 
Together  let  us  die  ; 

And  each  a  starry  crown  receive, 
And  reign  above  the  sky. 

397  3d  P.  M.  4  Gs  &  2  8s. 

TJie  Juhilee  Trumpet, 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly-solemn  sound ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
-  Hath  full  atonement  made  : 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 
Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home, 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God,— 
The  all-atoning  Lamb ; 

Redemption  in  his  blood 
Throughout  the  world  proclaim : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


224       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 


398 


12th  P.  M,  76,  76,  78,  76. 


Determined  to  Jcnoic  Nothing  hut  Jesus,  and  Him 
crucified. 

VAIN,  delusive  world,  adieu, 
With  all  of  creature  good  : 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue. 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood  : 
All  thy  pleasures  1  forego  ; 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucified. 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain  ; 
'Tis  all  but  vanity  : 

Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, — 

He  tasted  death  for  me. 
Me  to  save  from  endless  woe 

The  sin-atoning  Victim  died  : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know. 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

3  Here  will  I  set  up  my  rest ; 
My  fluctuating  heart 

From  the  haven  of  his  breast 

Shall  never  more  depart : 
Whither  should  a  sinner  go  ? 

His  wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide  \ 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know. 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

4  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace. 
And  pleasure  without  end  ; 

This  is  all  my  happiness. 

On  Jesus  to  depend; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide : 
Only  Jesus  will  1  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 


PRIVATE  AND  SOCIAL.  225 

5  O  that  I  could  all  invite, 

This  saving  truth  to  prove  ; 
Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  the  height, 

4nd  depth  of  Jesus'  love  ! 
Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  cruciiied. 


399 


15th  P.  M.  11  9,  11  9. 

Joy  of  the  Young  Contert. 

OHOW  happy  are  they 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ; 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine. 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  received  through  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 

When  my  heart  first  believed, 

What  a  joy  I  received, — 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name ! 

3  'T  was  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know, 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat. 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song : 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see ! 

He  hath  loved  md,  I  cried; 

He  hath  suffer'd  and  died. 
To  redeem  even  rebels  like  me. 
15 


226        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

^QQ  10th  P.  M.  8  lines  8s. 

AH-sufficiency  of  Jesus. 

HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me  ; — 
The  midsummer's  sun  shines  but  dim, 
The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  Him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice; 

His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice: 

1  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear; 

No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, — 
My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face. 
My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd, 

No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind  : 

While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 
A  palace  a  toy  would  appear; 

And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  My  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine. 
If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 

Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky ; 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore ; 
Or  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high. 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


PRIVATE  AND  SOCIAL.  227 

^  Q ;[  7th  P.  M.  8  lines  7s. 

The  Onlij  Refuge. 

JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly. 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide. 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 
Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee : 

Leave,  O  leave  me  not  alone  ; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd  ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ;  ' 
Cover  my  defenseless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want : 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find  : 

Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name  ; 

1  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
False,  and  full  of  sin  I  am  ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found,— 
Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  : 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart ; 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 


THE  BIBLE. 
402  ~  L.M. 

The  Law  of  the  Lord. 

THIS  is  a  precious  book  indeed  ! 
,^  .  Happy  the  child  who  loves  to  read  ! 
Tis  God's  own  Word,  which  he  has  given, 
To  show  our  souls  the  way  to  heaven. 

2  It  tells  us  how  the  world  was  made, 
And  how  good  men  the  Lord  obey'd ! 
Here  his  commands  are  written  too, 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  do. 

3  It  bids  us  all  from  sin  to  fly, 
Because  our  souls  can  never  die  ; 

It  points  to  heaven  where  angels  dwell, 
And  warns  us  to  escape  from  hell. 

4  But,  what  is  more  than  all  beside, 
The  Bible  tells  us  Jesus  died ; 
This  is  its  best,  its  chief  intent, 

To  lead  poor  sinners  to  repent. 

403  27th  P.  M.  4  Zzne*  lis. 

The  BiUe,  the  Word  of  Truth. 

THE  Bible— the  Bible!  more  precious  than  gold, 
The  hopes  and  the  glories  its  pages  unfold ; 
It  speaks  of  salvation— wide  opens  the  door — 
Its  offers  are  free  to  the  rich  and  the  poor. 

2  The  Bible— the  Bible  !  blest  volume  of  truth, 
How  sweetly  it  smiles  on  the  season  of  youth ; 
It  bids  us  seek  early  the  "pearl  of  great  price," 
Ere  the  heart  is  enslaved  in  the  bondage  of  vice. 

3  The  Bible— the  Bible  !  the  valleys  shall  ring, 
And  hill-tops  reecho  the  notes  that  we  sing ; 
Our  banners,inscribed  with  its  precepts  and  rules, 
Shall  long  wave  in  triumph,  the  joy  of  our  schools. 


THE  BIBLE.  229 

4Q4  5th  P.  M.  4 /me*  7s. 

Value  of  tJis  ScHptures. 

LORD,  thy  words  are  dearer  far 
Than  earth's  choicest  treasures  are: 
Purest  gold  or  costly  gem 
Are  but  dust  compared  with  them. 

2  Like  a  lamp,  whene'er  we  stray, 
Shining  bright  upon  the  way  ; 
Let  these  holy  words  of  truth 
Be  the  guide,  Lord,  of  our  youth, 

4Q5  P.  M.  76,  86,  86,  86. 

We  7?  not  give  vp  the  Bible. 

WE'LL  not  give  up  the  Bible, 
God's  holy  Book  of  truth; 
The  blessed  staff  of  hoary  age, 

The  guide  of  early  youth : 
The  sun  that  sheds  a  glorious  light 

O'er  every  dreary  road  ; 
The  voice  that  speaks  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  calls  us  home  to  God. 

2  We  '11  not  give  up  the  Bible, 
For  pleasure  or  for  pain; 

We'll  buy  the  truth,  and  sell  it  not. 

For  all  that  we  might  gain : 
Though  man  should  try  to  take  our  prize 

By  guile  or  cruel  might, 
We'll  suffer  all  that  man  could  do, 

And  God  defend  the  right ! 

3  We'll  not  give  up  the  Bible, 
But  spread  it  far  and  wide, 

Until  its  saving  voice  be  heard 

Beyond  the  rolling  tide  : 
Till  all  shall  know  its  gracious  power, 

And,  with  one  voice  and  heart, 
Resolve,  that  from  God's  sacred  Word 

WeHl  never,  never  part ! 


230        SUNBAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

406  CM. 

Ood:s  Word  our  Guide. 

THE  morn  of  life  how  fair  and  gay, 
How  cheering  and  how  new  ! 
What  hopes  illume  the  opening  day, 
And  brighten  every  view  ! 

2  But  slippery  is  the  path  we  tread  ; 
In  pleasure's  dangerous  way, 

A  thousand  snares  are  round  us  spread, 
And  oft  our  feet  betray. 

3  How  shall  we,  then,  our  course  pursue 
Through  life's  uncertain  road? 

What  friendly  hand  will  point  our  view 
To  duty  and  to  God  ? 

4  In  God's  own  Word  the  way  is  sure 
And  plain  to  every  eye  ; 

It  leads  us,  in  a  path  secure, 
To  brighter  worlds  on  high. 

407  CM. 

My  MotTier''s  Bible. 

THIS  book  is  all  that 's  left  me  now  : 
Tears  will  unbidden  start — 
With  faltering  lip  and  throbbing  brow 

I  press  it  to  my  heart. 
For  many  generations  past. 

Here  is  our  family  tree  : 
My  mother's  hand  this  Bible  clasp'd— 

She,  dying,  gave  it  me. 
2  Ah !  well  do  I  remember  those 

Whose  names  these  records  bear — 
Who  round  the  hearth-stone  used  to  close 

After  the  evening  prayer, 
And  speak  of  what  these  pages  said — 

In  tones  my  heart  would  thrill  : 
Though  they  are  with  the  silent  dead, 

Here  are  they  living  still. 


THE  BIBLE.  231 

3  My  father  read  this  holy  Book 
To  brothers,  sisters  dear  : 

How  calm  was  my  poor  mother's  look, 
Who  lean'd  God's  Word  to  hear! 

Her  angel  face — I  see  it  yet ! 
What  thronging  mem'ries  come  ! — 

Again  that  little  group  is  met 
Within  the  halls  of  home. 

4  Thou  truest  friend  man  ever  knew, 
Thy  constancy  I've  tried  ; 

Where  all  were  false  I  've  found  thee  true — 

My  counselor  and  guide  ! 
The  mines  of  earth  no  treasures  give 

That  could  this  volume  buy  ; 
In  teaching  me  the  way  to  live, 

It  taught  me  how  to  die. 


408  5th  p.  M.  4 /mes  7s. 

The  Precious  Bible, 

HOLY  Bible!  book  divine! 
Precious  treasure  !  thou  art  mine! 
Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  I  came; 
Mine,  to  teach  me  what  I  am ; — 

2  Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I  rove ; 
Mme,  to  show  a  Saviour's  love; 
Mine  art  thou  to  guide  my  feet; 
Mine,  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit; — 

3  Mine,  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless; 
Mine,  to  show  by  living  faith 
Man  can  triumph  over  death ; — 

4  Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  c'bme, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom  r 
O  thou  precious  book  divine ! 
Precious  treasure !  thou  art  mine ! 


232       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

409  CM. 

Excellency  and  Sufficiency. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  Word 
What  endless  glory  shines ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  hnes. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 
Exhaustless  riches  find ; 

Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
And  yields  a  free  repast : 

Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 

And  life,  and  everlasting  joys, 

Attend  the  blissful  sound. 
»"5  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

Our  ever  dear  delight; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  we  see, 

And  still  increasing  light. 

410  CM. 

Preciousness  ofiJie  Bible. 

HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
By  inspiration  given ; 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts. 
In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 

And  life,  and  light,  and  joy  imparts, 
And  banishes  our  fears. 

3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 
Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way ; 

Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 


THE  BIBLE.  233 

^21  6th  P.  M.  6  lines  7s. 

Knowledrje  of  the  Scriptures. 

OTHAT  I,  like  Timothy, 
Might  the  Holy  Scriptures  know, 
From  mine  early  infancy, 

Till  for  God  mature  1  grow! 
Made  unto  salvation  wise, 
Ready  for  the  glorious  prize  ! 

2  Jesus,  all-redeeming  Lord, 
Full  of  truth,  and  full  of  grace, 

Make  me  understand  thy  Word; 
Teach  me  in  my  youthful  days 
Wonders  in  thy  Word  to  see. 
Wise  through  faith  which  is  in  thee. 

3  Open  thou  mine  eyes  of  faith; 
Open  now  the  Book  of  God  ; 

Show  me  here  the  sacred  path, 

Leading  to  thy  blest  abode  ; 
Wisdom  from  above  impart. 
Speak  the  meaning  to  my  heart. 

412  ^-^^ 

The  Sacred  Stream. 
niHERE  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 
X    Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  : 
Life,  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  through, 

And  watering  our  divine  abode. 
2  That  sacred  stream,  God's  holy  Word, 

Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controls  ; 
Sweet  peace  its  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  soals. 

413  P.  M.  11,  8,  11^,  8. 

The  Scriptures 

TTERE  'S  a  message  of  love  sent  down  from 

XI  To  invite  little  children  to  heaven;  [above, 

In  (^od's  blessed  Book  poor  sinners  may  look, 

And  see  how  all  sins  are  forgiven. 


234       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS 

414  c.  M. 

Light  and  Glory  of  the  Sacred  Page. 

WHAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page ! 
Majestic,  like  the  sun, 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age  ; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  power  that  gave  it  still  supplies 
The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 

Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise  : 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Lord,  everlasting  thanks  be  thine 
For  such  a  bright  display. 

As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day ! 

4  Our  souls  rejoicingly  pursue 
The  steps  of  Him  we  love. 

Till  glory  break  upon  our  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

415  CM- 

Riches  of  God^s  Word. 

THE  counsels  of  redeeming  grace 
The  sacred  leaves  unfold  ; 
And  here  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Our  raptured  eyes  behold. 

2  Here  light  descending  from  above 
Directs  our  doubtful  feet ; 

Here  promises  of  heavenly  love 
Our  ardent  wishes  meet. 

3  Our  num'rous  griefs  are  here  redress'd, 
And  all  our  wants  supplied: 

Naught  we  can  ask  to  make  us  blest 
Is  in  this  Book  denied. 

4  For  these  inestimable  gains, 
That  so  enrich  the  mind, 

O  may  we  search  with  eager  pains, 
Assured  that  we  shall  find. 


MISSIONS. 


7^  Reafhen,  Mother. 

SEE  that  heathen  mother  stand 
"Where  the  sacred  currents  flow — 
With  her  own  maternal  hand 
'Mid  the  waves  her  infant  throw. 

2  Hark  !  I  hear  the  piteous  scream  ! 
Frightful  monsters  seize  their  prey; 

Or  the  dark  and  bloody  stream 
Bears  the  struggling  child  away. 

3  Fainter  now,  and  fainter  still, 
Breaks  the  cry  upon  the  ear  ; 

But  the  mother's  heart  is  steel — 
She,  unmoved,  that  cry  can  hear ! 

4  Send,  0  send  the  Bible  there; 
Let  its  precepts  reach  her  heart : 

She  may  then  her  children  spare — 
Act  the  mother's  tender  part. 

417  L.  M. 

Missionary  Meeting. 

JESUS  !  in  Christian  love  we  meet, 
To  bring  an  ofF'ring  to  thy  feet ; 
All  in  their  hand  some  talent  bear, 
And  lay  it  humbly,  freely  there. 

2  Yes,  for  thy  gospel's  cause,  with  joy, 
Our  hands,  our  hearts,  we  would  employ: 
O  smile  upon  us  from  above, 

That  bless'd  may  be  our  work  of  love. 

3  Then  let  us  feel  thy  presence  near, 
While  met  in  holy  union  here  :      ^ 
Our  zeal,  our  love  do  thou  increase", 
And  let  us  reap  the  fruits  of  peace. 


236        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

,      4  ;[§  26th  P.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76. 

Th-e  Gospel  Banner. 

NOW  be  the  gospel  banner 
In  every  land  unfurl'd  ; 
And  be  the  shout  Hosanna 

Reechoed  through  the  world  : 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 
And  join  the  happy  throng. 
Now  be  the  gospel  banner 

In  every  land  unfurl'd  ; 
And  be  the  shout  Hosanna 
Reechoed  through  the  world. 
2  Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  forever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  kings  ! 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 

Each  ransom'd  captive  sings  : 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting. 
The  deserts  learn  thy  praise. 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 
The  song  responsive  raise. 

Now  be  the  gospel,  &c. 

4  ][  9  3d  P.  M.  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

Pagan  Children. 

ON  many  a  foreign  shore 
Poor  pagan  children  now 
The  basest  things  adore — 

To  horrid  idols  bow; 
Images,  carved  from  stone  or  trees  ; 
Their  helpless  gods  are  such  as  these ' 

2  But  we,  from  earliest  youth. 
Have  been  to  knowledge  led  ; 

We  read  the  Word  of  truth, 
We  hear  what  God  has  said  ; 

The  mercy,  undeserved,  we  own, 

That  makes  to  us  a  Saviour  known. 


MISSIONS.  237 

3  We  would  to  them  convey, 
As  well  as  yet  we  can, 

The  knowledge  of  that  way 

That  pardon  brings  to  man  : 
We  humbly  ask  thy  goodness,  Lord, 
To  send  thy  blessed  truth  abroad. 

4  Nor  suffer  us  to  stand 
Beneath  the  gospel  day, 

With  Bibles  in  our  hand, 

As  far  from  God  as  they  : 
O  let  us  not  at  last  be  found 
Heathens,  though  born  on  Christian  ground. 


420  s.M. 

The  Jiy^uL  Smmd. 

HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill, — 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice, — 
So  sweet  the  tidings  are  ; 

Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King; 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here. 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  the  joyful  sound, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found. 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 
That  see  this  heavenly  light ; 

Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice. 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 


238        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

421  L.M. 

The  Little  Jeic. 

EAR,  far  from  Zion,  far  from  God, 
And  suff 'ring  still  the  chast'ning  rod, 
Hopeless  and  homeless  meets  your  view 
The  little,  weary,  wand'ring  Jew  ! 

2  He  mourns  his  city's  broken  walls, 
Yet  on  no  strong  Deliv'rer  calls  ; 
For  ah  !  the  curse  doth  yet  pursue 
The  little,  weary,  wand'ring  Jew  ! 

3  No  Father's  name,  no  worship  sweet, 
No  Saviour's  love,  no  mercy-seat, 

No  land  where  vines  and  fig-trees  grew. 
Now  glad  the  little  wand'ring  Jew  ! 

4  O  Christian  child,  and  canst  thou  hear 
That  gospel  to  thy  soul  so  dear. 

And  yet  no  sympathy  from  you 
Awaits  the  little  wand'ring  Jew  ? 

5  Or  can  you  view  the  eastern  star, 
Which  brought  the  wise  men  from  afar; 
And  while  it  shines  so  bright  on  you. 
Forget  the  darkness  of  the  Jew? 

6  Or  can  you  hear  your  God's  address, 
"Who  blesseth  thee,  I'll  ever  bless  ;" 
And  yet  refuse  the  tribute  due. 

To  teach  and  cheer  the  little  Jew? 

\ 

422  7th  p.  M.  8  Zmes  7s. 
CJiildren  at  the  Gate  of  Heaven. 

LITTLE  trav'lers,  Zionward, 
Each  one  ent'ring  into  rest, 
In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest; 
There,  to  welcome,  Jesus  waits, 

Gives  the  crowns  his  foU'wers  win — 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates ! 
Let  the  little  trav'lers  in ! 


MISSIONS.  239 

2  Who  are  they  whose  little  feet, 
Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through, 

Now  have  reach'd  that  heavenly  seat 

They  had  ever  kept  in  view  ! 
"  I  from  Greenland's  frozen  land ;" 

"  I  from  India's  sultry  plain  ;" 
"  I  from  Afric's  barren  sand  ;" 

*'  1  from  islands  of  the  mam." 

3  "  All  our  earthly  journey  past, 
Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 

Here  together  met  at  last, 

At  the  portal  of  the  sky  ! 
Each  the  welcome  '  Come  '  awaits, 

Conqu'rors  over  death  and  sin  !" — 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates  !  .     , 

Let  the  little  trav'lers  in ! 


423  ^-  ^• 

Circulation  of  Religious  Tracts. 

TRACTS  have  the  gift  of  tongues ;  they  preach 
Through  every  peopled  land. 
In  all  the  forms  of  human  speech, 
What  all  may  understand. 

2  Tracts  have  the  wings  of  angels,  spread 
To  waft  the  joyful  sound 

Of  resurrection  from  the  dead, 
Where'er  the  curse  is  found. 

3  What  scale  of  numbers,  grasp  of  thought, 
What  power  of  words,  could  speak 

The  miracles  of  mercy  wrought 
By  instruments  so  weak  ! 

4  O  ye  who  send  these  heralds  forth, 
By  millions  bid  them  fly — 

From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north, 
As  sunbeams  fill  the  sky. 


240        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

424  sM 

The  Laborers  are  Feio. 

LORD  of  the  harvest,  hear 
Thy  needy  servants'  cry  : 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 

2  On  thee  we  humbly  waii.,  - 
Our  wants  are  in  thy  vjew . 

The  harvest,  truly,  Lord,  i?  great, 
The  laborers  are  few. 

3  Convert  and  send  forth  more 
Into  thy  Church  abroad, 

And  let  them  speak,  thy  word  of  power, 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  O  let  them  spread  thy  name, — 
Their  mission  fully  prove  ; 

Thy  universal  grace  proclaim, — 
Thine  all-redeeming  love. 

425  26th  P.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76. 

The  Cry  of  the  Eeathen. 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand  ; 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 
2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle , 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  : 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 


MISSIONS.  241 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
With  wisdom  from  on  high — 

Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  ! — O  salvation! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 
And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 

Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole : 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


126  ^•^^- 

Sow  beside  All  Watei'S. 

^OW  in  the  morn  thy  seed ; 
O   At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, — 
Broad-cast  it  o'er  the  land. 

2  Thou  know'st  not  which  shall  thrive,- 
The  late  or  early  sown  ; 

Grace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 
W^hen  and  wherever  strown : 

3  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 

4  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain: 
Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 

Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 
16 


242        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

427  L.  M. 

DarTcness  in  Palestine. 
"VriGHT  wraps  the  land  where  Jesus  spoke, 
l^    No  guiding  star  the  wise  men  see  ; 
And  heavy  is  oppression's  j'^oke, 

Where  first  the  gospel  said,  "  Be  free  !" 

2  And  where  the  harps  of  angels  bore 
Heaven's  message  to  the  shepherd-throng. 

Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  no  more 
To  murmur  Bethlehem's  vales  along. 

3  Send  forth,  send  forth  the  glorious  light. 
That  from  eternal  woe  doth  save  ; 

And  bid  Christ's  heralds  speed  their  flight. 
Ere  millions  find  a  hopeless  grave. 

4  Behold  the  knee  of  childhood  bends 
In  prayer  for  that  benighted  land, 

And  with  its  Sabbath  lesson  blends 
Fond  memory  of  the  mission  band, 

5  With  pitying  zeal  o'er  ocean's  wave. 
We  reach,  the  helpless  hand  to  take ; 

May  we  at  last  one  wanderer  save  ! 
W?  2.sk  it  for  the  Saviour's  sake. 

428  L.M. 

The  World's  Ccnverrion. 

SOVEREIGN  of  worlds  !  display  thy  power; 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favor 'd  hour ; 
Bid  the  bright  Morning  Star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns — 
On  Afric's  shore,  on  India's  plains, 

On  wilds  and  continents  unknown  ; 
And  make  the  nations  all  thine  own. 

3  Speak !  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice; 
Speak  !  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice  • 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 

And  bid  all  nations  hail  the  light. 


MISSIONS.  243 

429  CM. 

Tlie  Minister's  Only  Business. 

JESUS,  the  name  high  over  all, 
In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky; 
Angels  and  men  before  it  fall, 
And  devils  fear  and  fly. 

2  Jesus,  the  name  to  sinners  dear, — 
The  name  to  sinners  given  ; 

It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear; 
It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

3  Jesus  the  pris'ner's  fetters  breaks, 
And  bruises  Satan's  head  ; 

Power  into  strengthless  souls  he  speaks, 
And  life  into  the  dead. 

4  O  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 
The  riches  of  his  grace  ; 

The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me. 
Would  all  mankind  embrace. 

430  s.M. 

Love  for  Zion. 

I   LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord,— 
The  house  of  thine  abode, — 
The  Church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  Church,  0  God  ! 
Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways ; 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 


244       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

431  L.M. 

Chrisfs  Universal  and  Everlasting  Kingdom. 

JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet, 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet ; 
While  western  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word. 

3  To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

4  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song. 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

432  lt\iV.M.%  lines  Is. 

The  Watchman's  Report. 
WATCHMAN,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

IT     What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Trav'ler,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height. 

See  the  glory-beaming  star. 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Trav'ler,  yes,  it  brings  the  day — 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 
2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Trav'ler,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
Watchman,  will  its  beams,  alone, 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? 
Trav'ler,  ages  are  its  own  : 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 


MISSIONS.  245 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Trav'ler,  darkness  takes  its  flight; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman,  let  thy  wand'ring  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Trav'ler,  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo !  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

433  L.M. 

Prayer  for  Missionaries. 

MILLIONS  there  are  on  heathen  ground 
Who  never  heard  the  gospel's  sound; 
Lord,  send  it  forth,  and  let  it  run. 
Swift  and  reviving  as  the  sun. 

2  Guide  thou  their  lips,  who  stand  to  tell 
Sinners  the  way  that  leads  from  hell; 
To  those  who  give,  do  thou  impart 

A  generous,  wise,  and  tender  heart. 

3  Lord,  crown  their  zeal,  reward  their  care, 
That  in  thy  grace  they  all  may  share ; 
And  those  who  now  in  darkness  dwell, 
Deliverance  sing  from  guilt  and  hell. 

434  5th.'P.M.  4:  lines  7s. 

Meeting  for  Charity. 

LITTLE  rain-drops  feed  the  rill ; 
Rills  to  meet  the  brooklet  glide ; 
Brooks  the  broader  rivers  fill ; 
Rivers  swell  the  ocean's  tide. 

2  So  the  dew-drops  gather'd  here, 
Mites  from  willing  childhood's  hand, 

Shall  those  streams  of  bounty  cheer 
That  with  greenness  clothe  the  land. 

3  With  that  sea  of  love  shall  blend 
Which  the  gospel's  grace  doth  pour, 

And  the  name  of  Jesus  send 
E'en  to  earth's  remotest  shore. 


ANNIVERSARIES. 


435  8th  p.  M.  87,  87,  47. 

Anniversary  Hymn. 

LORD,  we  thank  thee  thou  hast  spoken. 
By  thy  word  of  grace  again ; 
Every  heart  and  bosom  open, 
That  the  seed  may  there  remain  ; 

Grant  in  mercy 
That  it  be  not  sown  in  vain. 

2  Thanks  we  give  for  thy  protection 
O'er  our  path  another  year; 

Still  we  pray  for  thy  direction 
While  we  walk  as  pilgrims  here; 

Safe  our  journey. 
Only  safe  while  thou  art  near. 

3  And  when  death  shall  hover  o'er  us. 
When  we  come  to  Jordan's  tide, 

Thou,  who  passedst  through  before  ua. 
Be  our  Guardian  and  our  Guide ; 

Still  protect  us 
Till  we  land  on  Canaan's  side. 

4  Angels,  in  the  realms  of  glory, 
Hymn  thy  love  to  fallen  man; 

There  we  too  would  swell  the  story 
Of  thy  mercy's  wondrous  plan. 

And  would  praise  thee — 
Praise  thee  more  than  angels  can. 

436  L.M. 

Aiiniversain/  Hymn. 
T^ROM  year  to  year  in  love  we  meet, 
JL    From  year  to  year  in  peace  we  part ; 
The  tongues  of  children  utt'ring  sweet 
The  bosom  joy  of  every  heart. 


ANNIVERSARIES.  241 

2  But  time  rolls  on,  and,  year  by  year, 
We  change,  grow  up,  or  pass  away  ; 

Not  twice  the  same  assembly  here 
Have  haii'd  the  children's  festal  day, 

3  Death,  ere  another  year,  may  strike 
Some  of  our  number,  mark'd  to  fall: 

Be  young  and  old  prepared  alike ; 
The  warning  is  to  each — to  all. 

4  This  sole  oeea^3ion  then  is  ours  ; 
This  day  we  ne'er  again  shall  see  : 

Lord  God,  awaken  aU  our  powers 
To  spend  it  for  eternity, 

5  Meanwhile  our  failing  ranks  renew  : 
Send  children,  teachers  in  our  place, 

More  humble,  docile,  faithful,  true  ; 
More  like  thy  Sou, — from  race  to  race. 


437  P,  M.  55,  5,  IL 

Praise  to  the  Saviour. 

COME,  let  us  rejoice. 
And  lift  our  glad  voice. 
Though  children  we  are: 
TTie  Saviour  delights  our  thanksgivings  to  hear 

2  His  promise  is  given 
To  bring  us  to  heaven: 
On  him  we  depend 

For  blessings  which  daily  our  pathway  attend, 

3  He  bids  children  <iome 
To  a  heavenly  home. 
Prepared  by  his  love  ; 

And  waits  to  receive  them  in  mansions  above, 

4  With  loudest  acclaim 
We'll  sound  forth  thy  fame, 
O  Saviour  and  Friend; 

And  sing  thee  hosannas  in  worlds  without  end. 


248        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

438  CM. 

The  Voice  of  Nature. 

¥E  seem  to  hear  a  voice  of  praise, 
Here,  mid  the  leafy  bowers. 
From  murm'ring  streams  whose  crystal 
Doth  cheer  the  thirsty  flowers. 

2  But  louder  where  yon  lofty  trees 
By  summer's  hand  are  dress'd, 

It  swells  on  every  gentle  breeze, 
From  bough,  and  spray,  and  nest. 

3  But  if  the  things  by  nature  taught 
With  music  fill  the  air, 

How  high  should  rise  our  raptured  thought. 
Who  worship  God  in  prayer  ! 

4  To  us  he  speaks,  from  morning's  cell — 
From  evening's  dewy  sphere. 

And  when  the  holy  Sabbath  bell 
Salutes  the  Christian's  ear. 

5  To  us  he  speaks :  he  guides  our  choice 
By  heaven's  own  Book  divine  ; 

And  aids  our  teachers'  much-loved  voice 
To  fix  each  treasured  line. 

6  To  us  he  speaks,  and  we  in  praise 
Would  still  our  off'ring  bring  : 

Here,  where  creation  joins  our  lays ; 
And  there,  where  angels  sing. 

439  L.M. 

Children's  Eosannas. 

YOUNG  children  once  were  heard  to  sing 
When  multitudes  there  silent  were: 
Gladly  they  welcomed  Israel's  king ; 
Their  loud  hosannas  fiU'd  the  air. 
2  And  David's  Son  and  David's  Lord 

Their  praises  heard  and  well  approved  : 
Still  be  the  Saviour's  grace  adored. 
And  be  his  hallow'd  name  beloved. 


ANNIVERSARIES.  249 

3  Blest  Saviour,  count  us  not  too  bold, 
If  we  attempt  our  songs  to  raise  : 

Children  in  years,  like  those  of  old, 
We're  taught  like  them  to  sing  thy  praise. 

4  O  make  us  wise,  thy  name  to  know  ; 
Now  let  us  feel  thy  power  and  love  : 

Give  grace  to  serve  thee  here  below, 
That  we  may  dwell  with  thee  above. 

5  There  we  wall  sing  hosannas  loud, 
Till  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring  ; 

And  join  with  yonder  joyful  crowd. 
Forever  praising  Christ  our  King. 

44  Q  13th  P.  M.  10,  10,  11,  11. 

Ilosinina, 

LET   children    proclaim   their    Saviour   and 
King; 
To  Jesus's  name  hosannas  we  sing  : 
Our  best  adoration  to  Jesus  we  give, 
Who  purchased  salvation  for  all  to  receive. 

2  The  meek  Lamb  of  God  from  heaven  came 

down. 
And  ransom'd  with  blood,  and  made  us  his  own  : 
He  suffer'd  to  save  us  from  sin  and  from  thrall; 
And  Jesus  shall  have  us,  who  purchased  us  all! 

3  To  him  will  we  give  our  earliest  days. 
And  thankfully  live  to  publish  his  praise  : 

Our  lives  shall  confess  him  who  came  from 

above. 
Our  tongues  shall  all  bless  him,  and  tell  of 

his  love. 

4  In  innocent  songs  his  coming  we  shout ; 
Should  we  hold  our  tongues  the  stones  would 

cry  out ; 
But  him,  without  ceasing,  we  all  will  proclaim, 
And  ever  be  blessing  our  Jesus's  name. 


250        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

441  ^  ^• 

By  the  Children  and  Clioir. 

CHILDREN. 

"piCH  is  the  sacred  song  that  swells 
_lt  Where  God  in  light  and  glory  dwells 
What  joyful  choir  their  notes  combine? 
Who  utter  music  so  divine  ? 

CHOIR. 

2  'Tis  the  sweet  song  of  spotless  love, 
Which  ransom'd  children  sing  above  : 
Early  to  God  their  hearts  were  given, 
And  now  they  dwell  with  him  in  heaven. 

CHILDREN. 

3  O,  who  may  hope  with  them  to  be, 
And  join  their  tones  of  harmony  ? 
Who  can  escape  from  earth  and  sin, 
And  pure  and  holy  be  within  ? 

CHOIR. 

•     4  In  strength  divine,  the  youngest  may 
Begin  a  holy  life  to-day  ; 
Through  Him  that  loved  us,  hopes  remaiti 
That  none  shall  seek  the  Lord  in  vain. 

CHORUS. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  may  thy  Spirit's  call 
Produce  its  blest  effects  on  all ; 
Thine  be  the  remnant  of  our  days, 
And  every  breath  be  love  and  praise. 

^42  4th  P.  M.  886,  886. 

Sunday- School  Jubilee. 

OTHOU,  whose  all-sustaining  power 
Hath  spared  us  till  this  joyful  hour, 
We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee  ; 
Though  feeble  be  our  songs  of  praise, 
Yet  hear  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  bless  our  jubilee. 


ANNIVERSARIES.  251 

2  May  all  the  children  of  our  care, 
In  early  years  thy  mercy  share  ; 

Teach  them  to  know  thy  ways  ! 
Teach  them  thy  holy  name  to  bless, 
Guide  them  in  paths  of  holiness, 

And  thine  shall  be  the  praise  ! 

3  Then  when  our  earthly  course  is  o'er, 
When  we  on  earth  shall  meet  no  more. 

Take  us  to  dwell  with  thee  ; 
And  in  thy  blissful  courts  above, 
We  '11  celebrate  with  joy  and  love 

The  heavenly  Jubilee. 


443  CM. 

Rural  Celebration. 

HAIL,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good  ! 
To  thee  our  songs  we  raise  : 
-Xature,  through  all  her  various  scenes, 
Invites  us  to  thy  praise. 

2  Thjr  glory  beams  in  every  star 
Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night. 

And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn 
With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 

3  The  lofty  hill,  the  humble  vale, 
With  countless  beauties  shine  : 

The  silent  grove,  the  vocal  shore, 
Proclaim  thy  power  divine. 

4  Great  God  of  nature!  may  these  scenes 
Our  serious  thoughts  engage  : 

Still  may  our  grateful  hearts  consult 
Thy  works'  instructive  page. 

5  And  while,  in  all  above,  around. 
Thy  varied  love  we  see, 

0  may  our  hearts,  great  God,  be  led 
Through  all  thy  works  to  thee  ! 


252        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

^44  3d  p.  M.  4  6s  «Sc  2  8s. 

Smvday -School  Celebration. 

CHILDREN. 

COME,  let  our  voices  join 
In  one  glad  son?  of  praise : 
To  God,  the  God  of  love, 
Our  grateful  hearts  we  raise  : 

CONGREGATION. 

To  God  alone  your  praise  belongs : 
His  love  demands  your  earliest  songs. 

CHILDREN. 

2  Now  we  are  taught  to  read 
The  Book  of  life  divine, 

Where  our  Redeemer's  love 
And  brightest  glories  shine  : 

CONGREGATION. 

To  God  alone  the  praise  is  due, 
Who  sends  his  Word  to  us  and  you 

CHILDREN. 

3  Within  these  hallow'd  walls 
Our  wand'ring  feet  are  brought, 

Where  prayer  and  praise  ascend, 
And  heavenly  truths  are  taught  *. 

CONGREGATION. 

To  God  alone  your  ofF'rings  bring : 
Here  in  his  Church  his  praises  sing. 

CHILDREN. 

4  For  blessings  such  as  these 
Our  gratitude  receive  : 

Lord,  here  accept  our  hearts — 
'Tis  all  that  we  can  give : 

CONGREGATION. 

Great  God,  accept  their  infant  songs  ; 
To  thee  alone  their  praise  belongs. 


ANNIVERSARIES.  253 

BOTH. 

5  Lord,  bid  this  work  of  love 

Be  crown'd  with  meet  success: 
May  thousands  yet  unborn 
This  institution  bless : 
Thus  shall  the  praise  resound  to  thee 
Now,  and  through  all  eternity. 


445 


CM. 

Bural  Feast. 


HERE,  like  the  birds  that  wander  free 
Warbling  their  woodland  lays, 
We,  heavenly  Father,  sing;  to  thee 
Our  grateful  song  ulfiraise. 


2  TThe  happy  minstrels  of  the'^a*r!|' 
That  on  thy  bounty  live. 

With  songs  repay  thy  constant  care, — 
'T  is  all  that  they  can  give. 

3  But  we  can  give  the  loving  heart, 
And  lift  our  thoughts  above — 

Can  learn  that  thou  our  Father  art. 
And  feel  that  thou  art  love. 

4  A  table  in  the  wilderness 
Of  old  thy  bounty  spread, 

When  manna  dro^p'd,  the  tribes  to  bless 
That  cried  to  thee  for  bread. 

5  For  us  kind  friends  a  feast  prepare, 
Beneath  this  wild-wood  shade  : 

Scarce  better  could  thy  children  fare 
Whose  food  the  manna  made. 

6  Never,  like  them,  may  we  be  heard 
To  murmur  or  repine  : 

Still  may  we  heed  thy  holy  Word, 
And  form  our  wills  to  thine. 


254        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

44g  9th  p.  M.  87,  87,  87,  87. 

Imitation  and  Response. 

TEACHERS. 

COME,  ye  children,  and  adore  him — 
Lord  of  all,  he  reigns  above  ; 
Come  and  worship  now  before  him — 

He  hath  call'd  you  by  his  love. 
He  will  grant  you  every  blessing 

Of  his  all-abounding  grace  ; 
Come,  with  humble  hearts  expressing 
All  your  gratitude  and  praise. 

CHILDREN. 

2  On  this  holy  day  of  gladness 
We  will  join  in  praises  meet ; 

Every  bosom  free  from  sadness. 
All  with  happiness  replete. 

O  to  feel  the  love  of  Jesus  ! 
O  to  know  that,  from  above. 

Still  our  heavenly  Father  sees  us 
With  an  eye  of  tender  love  ! 

TEACHERS. 

3  Dearest  children,  now  adore  him ; 
Swell  aloud  the  joyful  strain  : 

Let  the  nations  bow  before  him — 
Echo  back  the  notes  again. 

While  he  will  accept  the  praises. 
E'en  from  every  heart  and  tongue, 

Those  to  him  an  infant  raises. 
Still  are  sweetest  of  the  song. 

CHILDREN. 

4  Lord  of  all,  our  hearts'  oblation 
Now  ascends  to  thee  alone  ; 

We  would  come,  with  all  the  nation, 
Now  to  worship  at  thy  throne. 

Teachers  !  will  you  join  the  chorus  T 
Join  in  hymning  forth  his  praise. 

Who,  for  our  redemption,  shows  us 
All  the  riches  of  his  grace  ? 


ANNIVERSARIES.  255 

TEACHERS  AND  CHILDREN. 

5  Praise  to  thee,  O  Lord,  forever ! 

Gladly  now  we  all  unite  ; 
Praise  to  thee,  O  God  !  the  giver, 

Blessed  Lord  of  life  and  light ! 
Ransorn'd  nation,  spread  the  story  ! 

Rescued  people,  ne'er  give  o'er  ! 
All  his  grace,  and  all  his  glory, 

O  proclaim  forever  more  ! 

447  L.  M. 

Improvement  of  Time, 

TyiTH  mercies  crown'd,  the  rolling  years 
\  V    Pass  onward  to  their  destiny  ; 
While  smiling  heaven  their  pathway  cheers, 
To  light  us  to  eternity. 

2  And  every  hour,  and  day,  and  week, 
Since  last  we  sung  our  festal  lay, 

Shall  to  eternal  ages  speak, 
With  sounds  of  joy,  or  of  dismay. 

3  O!  shall  the  hours  which  we  have  spent 
In  learning  of  the  way  to  heaven. 

Be  misimproved?  and  we  lament. 
When  it 's  too  late  to  be  forgiven  1 

4  No — rather  let  each  passing  day 
In  heaven's  eternal  book  record 

Memorials  which  will  ever  say. 
Each  hour  was  given  to  the  Lord. 

5  While  thus  from  year  to  year  we  learn 
The  things  of  God  to  know  and  prize, 

We'll  hail  each  festive  day's  return 
With  still  more  treasure  in  the  skies. 

6  And  when  time's  ever-fleeting  wing, 
Hath  borne  us  to  eternity, 

O  !  may  we  all  in  chorus  sing. 
Through  heaven's  eternal  Jubilee! 


256       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

448  c.  M. 

Sunday-School  Celebration. 

LORD,  we  are  spared  again  to  meet 
On  this  rejoicing  day, 
To  bow  before  thy  mercy-seat, 
To  praise  thee,  and  to  pray. 

2  Many,  since  last  we  gather'd  here, 
Have  pass'd  away  like  flowers  : 

Perhaps,  before  another  year, 
Their  dwelling  may  be  ours  ! 

3  To  Jesus  every  eye  we  raise — 
On  him  for  mercy  rest : 

Young  children,  in  his  mortal  days, 
He  folded  to  his  breast. 

4  Young  children,  at  his  Father's  side, 
He  still  with  pity  views  ; 

And,  pleading  that  for  such  he  died. 
Their  sinful  hearts  renews. 

5  Lord,  to  thine  open  arms  we  fly, 
And  seek  our  safety  there  : 

Then  shall  we  have  no  fear  to  die, 
If  thou  our  hearts  prepare. 

449  4th  P.  M.  886,  886. 

Anniversary  Hymn. 

ALMIGHTY  God  !  to  thee  we  raise 
Our  tribute  of  united  praise, 

On  this  returning  day  : 
Teachers  and  children  meet  once  more. 
Thy  sparing  mercy  to  adore, 

And  for  thy  grace  to  pray. 
2  Before  thy  face,  O  Lord,  we  stand, 
A  large  and  still  increasing  band, 

Thy  blessing  now  to  seek  : 
While  our  glad  voices  thus  combine, 
O,  touch  our  hearts  with  grace  divine, 

That  we  thy  praise  may  speak. 


ANNIVERSARIES.  257 

3  Our  happy  eyes  this  day  behold 
What  kings  and  righteous  men  of  old 

Desired  in  vain  to  see  : 
And  we  shall  see  yet  greater  things, 
When  thou,  Almighty  Kmg  of  kings! 

Shalt  draw  all  men  to  thee. 

4  Lord  Jesus  !  let  the  rising  race 
Become  the  children  of  thy  grace, 

To  reign  with  thee  above  ; 
Into  thy  fold  the  wand'rers  bring, 
That  they,  with  us,  may  learn  to  sing 

The  wonders  of  thy  love. 


450  s.  M. 

For  a  Sunday-School  Anniversary. 

OGOD  of  Zion,  hear  ! 
Hear  and  propitious  be  ; 
The  labors  of  another  year 
Thy  servants  bring  to  thee. 

2  Though  weary  oft,  and  sad. 
Our  hope  is  in  thy  word  ; 

Now  shall  our  hearts  in  thee  be  glad, 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 

3  Thy  help  in  former  days 
We  thankfully  review ; 

In  faith  and  prayer  our  hands  we  raise, 
Our  labors  to  renew. 

4  All  pledged  to  serve  thy  Son, 
In  purity  and  love. 

Until  we  meet  before  thy  throne 
In  perfect  joy  above. 

5  Upon  this  gather'd  host 

O,  let  thy  power  come  down  : 
Make  this  a  day  of  Pentecost, 
And  make  our  hearts  thine  own. 
17 


258        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

451  CM. 

Anniversary  Hymn. 

WE  now  to  Christ,  the  Saviour,  King. 
Our  annual  tribute  pay  ; 
In  sweet  hosannas  here  we  sing, 

For  his  life-cheering  ray  : 
O,  let  tlie  heavenly  chorus  rise, 

On  this  our  festal  day, 
And  wake  the  concord  of  the  skies 
With  this  our  joyous  lay. 

2  Another  year  has  run  its  round 

Since  last  we  gather'd  here  ; 
And  still  the  precious  gospel  sound 

Invites  our  list'ning  ear: 
But  many  Sabbath  hours  are  gone, 

Of  kind  instruction  given  ; 
O,  may  the  lessons  we  have  learn'd 

Guide  us  to  Christ  and  heaven ! 

452  c.  M. 

Tlie  Bible  and  tlie  Sunday  School. 

THE  Sunday  school!  the  Sunday  school ' 
Blest  be  the  wondrous  plan  ! 
So  strong  its  power,  so  fraught  with  love. 

Descending  down  to  man  ! 
The  Bible  and  the  Sunday  school 

Our  bulwark  firm  shall  be, 
To  guard  our  rights,  maintain  our  laws. 
Preserve  our  liberty. 

2  The  blessed  Bible!  we'll  maintain 

Our  charter  and  our  shield — 
Its  precepts  and  its  promises 

Unfetter'd  sway  shall  wield  ; 
With  freeborn  minds,  and  bounding  hearts 

"We  prize  its  sacred  truth, 
For  comfort  in  declining  yeats — 

Our  guide  in  early  youth. 


ANNIVERSARIES.  25S 

3  O  holy  book  !  O  happy  day  ! 
May  unborn  millions  stand, 

Surrounded  by  these  bulwarks  strong, 

Throughout  this  happy  land  : 
Nor  tyrant's  rod,  nor  despot's  power, 

Deprive  us  of  our  right 
To  serve  our  country  and  our  God 

In  freedom's  blessed  light. 

4  And  when  we  stand  on  Zion's  heights. 
In  yon  bright  world  above, 

Where  golden  harps  are  sounding  forth 

The  Saviour's  dying  love — 
The  Bible  and  the  Sunday  school 

Our  anthems  still  shall  be, 
For  they  have  led  our  wand'ring  feet, 

O  Lord,  to  heaven  and  thee  ! 


453  L.M. 

Sunday-School  Jiibilee. 
|UR  schools  are  nurseries  below, 


0 


For  trees  of  paradise  to  grow, 
Till,  by  their  Saviour's  training  hand, 
Transplanted  to  the  promised  land. 

2  Myriads  already,  from  our  care, 
Once  our  companions,  flourish  there  : 
Vet  still  in  fellowship  all  meet ; 
They  see  his  face,  we  kiss  his  feet. 

3  There's  joy  in  heaven  among  the  saints, 
O'er  every  sinner  that  repents  : 

The  children's  angels  swell  that  strain 
When  little  ones  are  born  again. 

4  Then  be  this  day  of  sacred  mirth 
A  jubilee  in  heaven  and  earth : 
Hence,  while  our  glad  hosannas  ria  3, 
High  hallelujahs  fill  the  skies. 


260        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

454  9th  p.  M.  87,  87,  87,  87. 

The  Song  of  Heaven. 

COME,  and  sing  with  joy  and  gladness; 
Elevate  your  hearts  in  praise  ; 
Come,  dismiss  all  gloom  and  sadness; 

High  your  songs  exulting  raise, — 
With  the  angel  choirs  uniting. 

Sing  of  Jesus'  wondrous  love  ; 
'Tis  a  subject  so  delighting, 
Thrilling  all  the  harps  above. 

2  Come,  and  sweetly  tune  your  voices; 
Raise  thenit  to  a  lofty  strain  ; 

Sing  aloud,  while  heaven  rejoices ; 

Shout !  for  Jesus  comes  to  reign  : 
,  Glory  !  hear  the  angels  crying. 

Glory  to  the  Saviour's  name  ; 
Shall  not  children,  with  them  vieing. 

Here,  on  earth,  his  praise  proclaim? 

3  Yes  !  it  was  the  Saviour's  pleasure 
That  they  should  not  hold  their  peace ; 

And  his  blessings,  without  measure, 
He  bestow'd  on  such  as  these : 

Then  to  heaven  high  ascending 
Shall  our  anthems  quickly  rise  ; 

With  angelic  voices  blending 
Far  above  yon  azure  skies. 

*55  26th  P.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76. 

SaUbatli-School  Celebration. 

TO  thee,  O  blessed  Saviour, 
Our  grateful  songs  we  raise  ; 
O  tune  our  hearts  and  voices 

Thy  holy  name  to  praise  : 
"Tis  by  thy  sovereign  mercy 

We  're  here  allow'd  to  meet ; 

To  join  with  friends  and  teachers, 

Thy  blessing  to  entreat.        — 


ANNIVERSARIES.  261 

2  Lord,  guide  and  bless  our  teachers, 
"Who  labor  for  our  good ; 

And  may  the  Holy  Scriptures 

By  us  be  understood  : 
O  may  our  hearts  be  given 

To  thee,  our  glorious  King  ; 
That  we  may  meet  in  heaven. 

Thy  praises  there  to  sing. 

3  And  may  the  precious  gospel 
Be  publish'd  all  abroad, 

Till  poor  benighted  heathen 

Shall  know  and  serve  the  Lord ; 

Till  o'er  the  wide  creation 
The  rays  of  truth  shall  shine, 

And  nations  now  in  darkness 
Arise  to  light  divine. 


456  s.M. 

Rural  Celebration. 

THE  freshly-blooming  flowers 
To  thee  sweet  off 'rings  bear ; 
And  cheerful  birds  in  shady  bowers 
Sing  forth  thy  tender  care. 

2  The  fields  on  every  side, 
The  trees  on  every  hill, 

The  glorious  sun,  the  rolling  tide, 
Proclaim  thy  wonders  still. 

3  But  trees,  and  fields,  and  skies. 
Still  praise  a  God  unknown  ; 

For  gratitude  and  love  can  rise 
From  living  hearts  alone. 

4  These  living  hearts  of  ours 
Thy  holy  name  would  bless  : 

The  blossoms  of  all  nature's  flowers 
Would  please  our  Father  less. 


262        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

457  ^M. 

Anniversary  Hymn  for  a  School. 

GREAT  God  !  to  thee  our  thanks  we  bring. 
For  all  the  blessings  we  enjoy ; 
May  we  with  grateful  feelings  sing, 
While  words  of  praise  our  lips  employ. 

2  From  day  to  day,  from  year  to  year, 
Our  kind  preserver  thou  hast  been  ; 

And  by  thy  grace  we  now  are  here, 
Kept  from  the  dang'rous  paths  of  sin, 

3  O,  keep  us  still,  Almighty  Lord  ! 
Guide  and  defend  our  giddy  youth ; 

And  grant  to  those  a  rich  reward 
Who  seek  to  lead  us  in  thy  truth. 

4  Glory  to  thee,  O  Lord,  we  give ; 
Thy  providence  and  grace  adore : 

0,  may  we  praise  thee  while  we  live, 
And  after  death  forever  more. 

453  26th  P.  M.  76,  76,  76,  ?& 

Sunday-School  Celebration. 

COME,  let  us  tune  our  voices, 
And  in  a  joyful  lay 
Unite,  as  each  rejoices 

To  hail  this  festal  day. 
Still  life  and  light  surrounding 

Demand  anew  our  praise, 

And  this  our  bosoms  bounding 

In  highest  transports  raise. 

2  The  star  that  guides  to  glory 

Still  lures  our  youthful  eyes, 
And  Love's  redeeming  story 

Still  urges  to  the  skies. 
The  young  are  still  invited 

To  come  where  all  are  blest. 
And  even  babes  unslighted 

To  Jesus'  heart  are  press'd. 


ANNIVERSARIES.  263 

3  And  still  he  stands  inviting: ; 
Yet  some,  alas  '  from  choice 

The  blessed  Saviour  slighting, 

Refuse  to  hear  his  voice. 
O  !  while  he  stands  beseeching. 

Shall  we  dare  disobey 
His  Holy  Spirit's  teaching, 

Which  bids  us  come  to-day? 

4  We  come !  the  strain  is  sounding; 
'Tis  heard  in  realms  of  light ; 

And  seraph  hearts  are  bounding 

Tc  witness  such  a  sight. 
The  waiting  heavens  are  bending 

To  take  the  flames  that  rise, 
From  youthful  hearts  ascending, 

As  incense  to  the  skies,  ^ 

459  8th  P.  M.  87,  87,  f(. 

A  Blessing  sought  for  tlie  Sunday  School. 

THOU,  who  didst  with  love  and  blessing 
Gather  Zion's  babes  to  thee  ; 
Still  a  Saviour's  love  expressing, 
Now  the  b  ibes  of  Zion  see  : 

Bless  tne  labors 
That  would  bring  them  up  for  thee. 

2  Smile  upon  our  weak  endeavor — 
Vain,  if  thou  thy  smile  deny; 

Let  them  rise,  to  live  forever ! 
Train,  O  !  train  them  for  the  sky  : 

Ne'er  may  Satan 
Plunder  Zion's  nursery. 

3  Lord,  with  humble  fervor  bending, 
We  thy  blessing  would  entreat; 

Let  thy  Spirit,  now  descending, 
Make  the  toils  of  learning  sweet: 

Straight  to  Zion 
Guide  the  young  inquirer's  feet. 


264       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

460  9th  p.  M.  87,  87,  87,  87. 

Spring  Celebration. 

WE  have  met  in  peace  together, 
In  this  house  of  God  again  : 
Constant  friends  have  led  us  hither. 

Here  to  chant  the  solemn  strain  j — 
Here  to  breathe  our  adoration, 

While  the  balmy  breeze  of  spring, 
Like  the  Spirit  of  salvation. 
Comes  with  gladness  on  its  wing. 

2  And,  while  nature  glows  with  beauty. 
While  the  fields  are  rich  in  flowers. 

Shall  our  hearts  neglect  their  duty? 
•  Shall  our  souls  abuse  their  powers! 

Shall  not  all  our  hopes,  ascending, 

roint  us  to  a  home  above, 
Where,  in  glory  never  ending, 
He  who  made  us  smiles  in  love  7 

3  There  no  autumn  tempests  gather, 
There  no  friends  lament  the  dead  ; 

And  on  fields  that  never  v>rither. 
Fadeless  rays  of  light  are  shed : 

There  with  bright  immortal  roses 
Angels  wreath  their  harps  of  gold, 

And  each  ransom'd  soul  reposes 
Midst  a  scene  of  bliss  untold. 

4  We  have  met,  and  time  is  flying ; 
We  shall  part,  and  still  his  wing. 

Sweeping  o'er  the  dead  and  dying. 
Will  the  changeful  seasons  bring : 

Let  us,  while  our  hearts  are  lightest, 
In  our  fresh  and  early  years, 

Turn  to  Him  whose  smile  is  brightest. 
And  whose  grace  will  calm  our  fears. 


.  ANNIVERSARIES.  265 

461  26th  P.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76, 

Sy/nday-School  Celebration. 

¥E  meet  again  in  gladness, 
And  thankful  voices  raise  ; 
To  God,  our  heavenly  Father, 

We'll  tune  our  grateful  praise  : 
'T  was  his  kind  hand  that  kept  us  • 

Through  all  the  changing  year; 
His  love  It  ifi  that  brings  us 
Again  to  worship  here. 

2  We'll  thank  him  for  the  Sabbath, 
This  day  ol  holy  rest ; 

And  for  the  blessed  Bible, 
The  book  that  we  love  best — 

For  Sabbath  schools  and  teachers, 
To  us  so  kindly  given, 

To  guide  us  in  the  pathway 
That  leads  to  joys  in  heaven. 

3  We  '11  thank  him  for  our  country, 
The  land  our  fathers  trod — 

For  liberty  of  conscience. 

And  right  to  worship  God. 
O  Lord,  our  heavenly  Father, 

Accept  the  praise  Ave  bring, 
And  tune  our  hearts  and  voices 

Thy  glorious  name  to  sing. 

4  Soon  may  thy  gracious  scepter 
Extend  to  every  land. 

And  all  as  willing  subjects 

Submit  to  thy  command. 
Send  forth  the  gospel  tidings, 

And  hasten  on  the  day 
When  every  isle  and  nation 

Shall  own  Messiah's  sway. 


266       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

4  g  2  5th  P.  M.  4  lines  78. 

Sabbath-School  Anniversary. 

WELCOME  to  our  festival, 
Parents,  teachers,  children,  all : 
God  has  spared  us  through  the  year, 
And  in  mercy  brings  us  here. 

2  All  unite  to  praise  our  God, 
For  his  grace  on  us  bestow'd ; 
Hallow'd  be  the  songs  we  raise — 
Happy  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

3  God,  who  dwells  beyond  the  sky, 
Turns  on  us  a  gracious  eye ; 

Still  prolongs  our  day  of  grace  ; 
Gives  us  time  to  seek  his  face. 

4  But  while  thus  our  hearts  rejoice, 
We  must  hear  his  warning  voice, — 
Seek  the  way  of  peace  and  truth. 
In  the  early  days  of  youth. 

4^3  26th  P.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76. 

Fourth  of  July  and  the  Sunday  School. 

ALL  hail  the  joyful  morning! 
'Tis  Freedom's  natal  day  ! 
What  glories  blend,  adorning. 

With  Heaven's  benignant  ray, 
Our  free  and  prosp'rous  nation, 

The  land  the  pilgrims  trod, 
Abounding  with  salvation. 

And  every  gift  of  God ! 
2  Religion's  gracious  blessing 

Is  Freedom's  gift  for  youth. 
And  we,  that  boon  possessing. 

Are  taught  this  precious 'truth, 
That  Christ,  a  Saviour  given, 

Took  children  to  his  arms. 
And  calls  them  now  to  heaven, 

To  bless  them  with  his  charms. 


ANNIVERSARIES.  267 

3  Then  let  the  voice  of  singing 
Flow  joyfully  along, 

While  hill  and  valley  ringing, 

Shall  echo  to  the  song. 
We  thank  the  blessed  Saviour, 

By  v^hom  to  us  is  given 
This  blessed  institution, 

To  lead  our  souls  to  heaven. 

4  Let  children  sing  hosanna. 
And  raise  their  voices  high. 

While  under  Freedom's  banner 

The  nation  shall  reply, 
And  high  and  lowly  dwellings 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
All  hallelujahs  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound  ! 


454  9th  p.  M.  87,  87. 

Kational  Praise. 

UP  to  thee.  Almighty  Father, 
Ancient  of  eternal  days, 
Throned  in  uncreated  glory, 
Hear  us,  while  our  songs  we  raise. 

2  Praise,  for  the  unceasing  bounty, 
Pour'd  with  an  indulgent  hand — 

Praise,  for  blessings  still  increasing, 
Crowning  Freedom's  favor'd  land, 

3  While  a  nation's  heart  is  leaping, 
Mighty  in  its  gushing  joy, 

May  the  song  of  adoration 
All  its  grateful  powers  employ. 

4  Thine,  O  Lord,  shall  be  the  kingdom, 
Thine  the  power  and  glory  be. 

Thine  through  endless  ages  rolling. 
Thine  throughout  eternity. 


268        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

^55  P.  M.  57,  85,  88,  65. 

Sunday-School  Celebration. 


0 


COME,  let  us  sing! 
Our  youthful  hearts  now  swelling, 
To  God  above,  a  God  of  love— 

O  come,  let  us  sing ! 
Our  joyful  spirits,  glad  and  free, 
With  high  emotions  rise  to  thee 
In  heavenly  melody — 
O  come,  let  us  sing ! 

2  The  full  notes  prolong 
Our  festal  celebration : 

We  hail  the  day  with  cheerful  lay, 

And  full  notes  prolong. 
Both  cheerful  youth  and  silvery  age. 
And  childhood  pure,  the  gay,  the  sage, 
These  thrilling  scenes  engage. 

Full  notes  to  prolong. 

3  O  swell,  swell  the  song. 
His  praises  oft  repeating  : 

His  Son  he  gave  our  souls  to  save — 

O  swell,  swell  the  song! 
The  humble  heart's  devotion  bring. 
Whence  gushing  streams  of  love  do  spring, 
And  make  the  welkin  ring 

With  sweet-swelling  song. 

4  We  '11  chant,  chant  his  praise— 
Our  lofty  strains  now  blending  : 

A  tribute  bring  to  Christ  our  King, 

And  chant,  chant  his  praise. 
Our  Saviour,  Prince,  was  crucified: 
*"Tis  finish'd,"  then  he  meekly  cried, 
And  bow'd  his  head  and  died — 

Then  chant,  chant  his  praise ! 


ANNIVERSARIES  269 

5  All  full  chorus  join — 
To  Jesus  condescending 
To  bless  our  race  with  heavenly  grace, 

All  full  chorus  join  ! 
To  God,  whose  mercy  on  us  smiled. 
And  Holy  Spirit,  reconciled 
By  Christ,  the  meek  and  mild, 

All  full  chorus  join  ! 

4gg  19th  P.  M.  6G4,  6664. 

My  Country,  H  is  of  Thee. 

MY  country  !  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 
Of  thee  I  sing  : 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 
Let  freedom  ring. 

2  My  native  country !  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble  free, 

Thy  name  I  love  ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills  : 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills. 

Like  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze. 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song  : 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake  ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake  ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break — 

The  sound  prolong. 

4  Our  fathers'  God  !  to  thee. 
Author  of  liberty ! 

To  thee  we  sing  : 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might. 

Great  God,  our  King ! 


270        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

N  4  6  7       ^•^-  ^*^'  ^'^^ '  °^'  ^-  •^• 

Independence-Day. 


AV 


'ITH  joy  we  meet, 
With  smiles  we  greet, 
Our  schoolmates  bright  and  gay ; 
Be  dry  each  tear 
Of  sorrow  here — 
*T  is  Independence-Day. 

2  'T  is  freedom's  sound 
That  rings  around. 

And  brightens  every  ray  : 
Our  banner  floats, ' 
With  trumpet  notes, 

On  Independence-Day. 

3  While  thunder  breaks, 
And  music  wakes 

Its  patriotic  lay, 

At  temple-gate 

Our  feet  shall  wait 
On  Independence-Day. 

4  O  who  from  home 
Would  fail  to  come 

And  join  the  children's  lay, 
When  praise  we  bring 
To  God  our  King, 

On  Independence-Day? 

5  For  liberty. 
Great  God,  to  thee 

Our  grateful  thanks  we  pay  ; 

For  thanks,  we  know, 

To  thee  we  owe. 
On  Independence-Day. 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 


468  ^■^' 

Sunday-School  Dedication. 

IN  fervent  prayer,  with  holy  praise, 
This  building  now  we  consecrate  ; 
To  train  the  young,  from  early  days, 
To  know  Thy  will,  their  sins  to  hate, 

2  To  teach  them  how  and  where  to  find 
The  grace  that  saves  from  Satan's  reign; 

To  love  their  God  with  heart  and  mind, 
And  from  forbidden  ways  refrain. 

3  To  read  and  learn  a  Saviour's  grace, 
Who  on  the  cross  himself  he  gave 

For  them, — and  all  the  fallen  race, — 
Jesus,  the  mighty  Lord,  to  save. 

4  May  all  the  children  who  attend 
Within  these  walls,  thy  children  be  ; 

And  with  their  teachers  ever  spend, 
With  thee,  a  blest  eternity. 

459  10th  P.  M.  4  Zine*  88. 

Opening  of  a  Sahbath- School  Room. 

WITH  grateful  delight  we  survey 
The  work  of*this  building  complete: 
We  bless  thee,  dear  Saviour,  this  day 
We  here  are  permitted  to  meet. 

2  But  what  will  this  structure  avail. 
Unless  thy  kind  presence  is  here  ? 

Our  work  will  most  certainly  fail : 
No  fruit  unto  God  will  appear. 

3  But  sweet  are  thy  promises.  Lord — 
On  these  let  us  ever  depend : 

They  teach,  where  thy  name  we  record, 
Thy  presence  and  grace  will  attend. 


272        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

470  5th  P.  M.  4  Zinc*  7s 
Laying  a  Foundation-Stone. 

LORD,  to  thee  our  songs  we  raise; 
Hear  our  prayer,  accept  our  praise; 
God  of  love  '  our  efforts  own, 
Laying  this  foundation-stone. 

2  Grant  thy  blessing,  God  of  truth. 
To  instruct  the  rising  youth  ; 

Fix  their  hopes  on  Christ  alone — 
Christ,  the  sure  Foundation-Stone. 

3  We  would  here  with  one  accord 
Raise  our  songs  to  Christ  the  Lord — 
Christ,  thy  well-beloved  Son, 
Chief  and  precious  Corner-Stone. 

4  Let  our  kind  instructors  prove 
Blessings  in  their  work  of  love  ; 
With  thy  grace  their  labors  crown, 
Fix'd  on  this  Foundation-Stone. 

5  Let  thy  grace,  O  Lord,  be  given; 
Make  us  fit  to  dwell  in  heaven  : 
Thus  may  we,  through  Christ  alone. 
Each  be  found  a  "living  stone." 

471  L.M. 

Dedication  of  a  Sunday-School  Room. 

A  CHILDREN'S  temple  here  we  build 
And  consecrate  it.  Lord,  to  thee, 
In  Jiope  that  with  thy  presence  fiU'd 
These  humble  walls  henceforth  may  be. 

2  When  Christ,  thy  holy  child,  was  born, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head  : 

Though  King  of  kings,  he  did  not  scorn 
The  meanness  of  a  manger-bed. 

3  And  is  he  not  to-day  the  same  ? 
And  deigns  he  not  to  visit  there 

Where  two  or  three,  in  his  great  name, 
Are  met  for  worship,  praise,  and  prayer  ? 


DEDICATIONS.  273 

4  Ah !  yes,  where  simple  souls  are  taught 
To  know  and  do  his  Father's  will, 

Or  infants  to  his  arms  are  brought. 
He  welcomes  all,  and  blesses  still. 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  while  we  draw  nigh  ; 
Such  life  and  power  to  us  afford, 

That  each  may  Abba,  Father,  cry, 
And  young  and  old  call  Jesus  Lord, 

472  5th  P.  M.  4 /z 7265  7s. 

Opening  of  a  Sunday-Sclwol  Roam. 

HALLOW'D  be  this  humble  spot. 
Like  the  place  of  Jacob's  bed  : 
God  was  there — he  knew  it  not 
Till  heaven  open'd  o'er  his  head. 

2  Not  in  visions  of  the  night, 
God  of  Jacob  !  on  our  way, 

But  in  noon  of  gospel  light 
Here  thy  power  and  grace  display. 

3  Oft  on  embassies  of  love 
Be  descending  angels  sent, 

And,  returning,  spread  above 
Joy  o'er  sinners  that  repent. 

4  Here  the  children's  angels  see 
Little  ones  to  Jesus  brought, 

In  thy  nurture  train'd  for  thee. 
By  thine  admonition  taught. 

5  While  thy  ministers  declare 
All  the  counsel  of  thy  will, 

Lord,  thy  people's  hearts  prepare 
Every  precept  to  fulfill. 

6  Here,  when  all  that  live  are  dead, 
And  successors  fill  their  place, 

Age  by  age  may  souls  be  led. 
In  this  house,  to  seek  thy  face. 

18 


274        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

473  CM 

Against  Intemperan^ce. 

ODO  not  touch  the  madd'ning  bowl ! 
'Twill  lead  thee  far  astray  ; 
'T  will  quench  the  gladness  of  thy  soul, 
And  steal  thy  hopes  away. 

2  What  numbers  in  the  graveyard  lie, 
Who  might  be  living  still, 

Had  they  been  timely  warn'd  to  fly 
This  fiery  fount  of  ill ! 

3  Now  while  their  wretched  offspring  weep. 
Their  souls  in  darkness  dwell ; 

For  justice  must  in  anger  sweep 
The  drunkard  down  to  hell. 

4  O,  do  not  touch  the  madd'ning  bowl !    . 
'T  will  lead  thee  far  astray  ; 

'Twill  quench  the  gladness  of  thy  soul, 
And  steal  thy  hopes  away ! 

474  CM. 

Tlie  Drunkard. 

THE  drunkard  wastes  away  his  strength 
For  that  which  does  no  good  ; 
He  madly  drinks,  and  sees  at  length 
His  children  pine  for  food. 

2  The  sparkling  poison  of  the  bowl 
Makes  all  the  man  decay — 

Creates  a  hell  within  his  soul. 
And  clouds  his  troubled  way. 

3  And  when  at  length  he  comes  to  die. 
He  shrieks  in  wild  affright ; 

For  snaky  fiends  are  gath'ring  nigh — 
Hell  opens  to  his  sight ! 

4  Then  let  us  to  our  ways  attend, 
For  God  in  wrath  decrees. 

That  drunkards  shall  at  last  descend 
To  endless  agonies. 


TEMPERANCE.  275 

475  sjM 

3fourningfor  tJie  Lost. 

MOURN  for  the  thousands  slain, 
The  youthful  and  the  strong  : 
Mourn  for  the  wine-cup's  fatal  reign, 
And  the  deluded  throng. 

2  Mourn  for  the  tarnish'd  gem— =  » 
For  reason's  light  divine 

Quench'd  from  the  soul's  bright  diadem, 
Where  God  hath  bid  it  shine. 

3  Mourn  for  the  ruin'd  soul — 
Eternal  life  and  light 

Lost  by  the  fiery,  madd'ning  bowl, 
And  turn'd  to  hopeless  night. 

4  Mourn  for  the  lost ;  but  call, 
tall  to  the  strong,  the  free  : 

Rouse  them  to  shun  that  dreadful  fall, 
And  to  the  refuge  flee. 

5  Mourn  for  the  lost ;  but  pray, 
Pray  to  our  God  above. 

To  break  the  fell  destroyer's  sv^ay, 
And  show  his  saving  love. 

476  c.M. 

Fledge  to  abmidon  Strcyng  Drinks, 

OTAKE  the  madd'ning  bowl  away. 
Remove  the  pois'nous  cup  ; 
My  soul  is  sick — its  burning  ray 
Hath  drunk  my  spirit  up. 

2  Say  not,  "  It  hath  a  spell  to  soothe 
The  soul  in  mis'ry  deep;" 

Go,  ask  thy  conscience  if  the  bowl 
Can  give  eternal  sleep. 

3  Go  !  I  will  have  no  more  of  thee, 
Thou  bane  of  Adam's  race  ; 

But  to  a  heavenly  fountain  flee, 
And  drink  the  dews  of  grace. 


276       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

477  L.M 

Thanksgiving-Day. 

WHAT  is't  to  keep  Thanksgiving-Day? 
Is  it  to  eat,  and  drink,  and  play, 
Our  work  to  leave,  our  friends  to  meet, 
And  please  our  taste  with  every  sweet  ? 

2  No,  't  is  a  day  of  pious  joy. 
And  we  should  every  hour  employ 
In  speaking  of  God's  mercies  given. 
And  raising  grateful  thoughts  to  heaven. 

3  The  friends  we  meet,  the  food  we  share. 
The  fire  we  feel,  the  clothes  we  wear. 
And  all  the  blessings  that  we  prove, 
Should  fill  our  hearts  with  grateful  love. 

478  c-M-   • 

Glory  to  God  in  the  Highest. 

MORTALS,  awake  !  with  angels  join. 
And  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 
To  hail  the'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 
And  sweet  seraphic  fire 

Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew. 
And  loud  the  echo  roll'd ; 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new,- 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 
The'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 

And  angels  flew,  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  With  joy  the  chorus  we  repeat, — 
Glory  to  God  on  high ! 

Good-will  and  peace  are  now  complete- 
Jesus  was  born  to  die. 


CHRISTMAS.  277 

6  Hail,  Prince  of  life,  forever  hail ! 
Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend  ! 

Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  shall  fail. 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

7  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 
And  glory  leads  the  song  : 

Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
The'  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 


479  26th  P.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76. 

Christmas  -Sforn  ing, 

THE  glorious  light  is  dawning. 
And  gilds  the  mountain's  brow  ; 
To  Bethlehem  this  morning. 

Rejoicing,  let  us  go. 
We  '11  sing  the  blissful  story 

The  angels  sang  this  morn — 
How  Christ,  the  King  of  glory. 
Was  in  a  stable  born. 

2  His  diadem  forsaking, 
He  laid  his  glory  by  ; 

Our  nature  on  him  taking. 
That  he  might  bleed  and  die. 

From  sin  and  death  to  free  us. 
On  wings  of  love  he  came — 

For  this  the  blessed  Jesus 
A  little  child  became. 

3  While  shepherds,  low  adoring, 
To  him  give  homage  meet, 

And  Eastern  Magi  pouring 
Earth's  treasures  at  his  feet; 

We,  now  hfe's  day  is  dawning. 
Would  our  best  oflF'rings  bring, 

And  on  this  happy  morning 
Worship  the  new-born  King. 


2TS        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

4  g  Q  26th  P.  M.  76,  76,  76,  76. 


SWEET  is  the  song  of  heaven, 
The  anthem  of  the  sky — 
"  Good- will  to  man  be  given, 

Glory  to  God  on  high  :" 
While  every  heart  rejoices 

To  sing  of  peace  on  earth, 
We'll  tune  our  feeble  voices, 
To  sing  a  Saviour's  birth. 
Sweet  is  the  song  of  heaven. 

The  anthem  of  the  sky — 
"  Good-will  to  man  be  given. 
Glory  to  God  on  high." 

2  Publish  the  great  salvation ; 

Repeat  the  heavenly  strain 
Through  every  land  and  nation — 

O'er  every  hill  and  plain  : 
Let  notes  of  joy  and  gladness 

The  cheerfal  strain  prolong. 
Nor  let  one  note  of  sadness 

Be  mingled  with  the  song. 

Sweet  is  the  song,  &c. 


481  30th  P.  M.  11,  10,  11,  10. 

Ths  Star  in  the  East. 

BRIGHTEST  and  best    of  the  sons  of  the 
morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

£•   iJold,  on  his  cradle,  the  dew-drops  are  shining ; 

Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining, — 

Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour,  of  all. 


CHRISTMAS.  279 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Eden  and  off  Tings  divinfe — 

Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean. 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and.  gold    from  the 
mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation  ; 
Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favor  secure  ; 

Hicher  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration  •, 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 


482 


p.  M.  76,  76,  77,  76. 
Christ  the  Song  of  Angels. 


HAPPY  angels  !  still  ye  dwell 
In  yon  worlds  of  glory  ; 
And  in  joyous  anthem  swell 

Love's  redeeming  story. 
Shining  multitudes  !  ye  came 
Our  Redeemer  to  proclaim  ; 
Still  your  song  is  just  the  same — 
Glory,  glory,  glory ! 

2  Angels,  sing  again  with  man — 
Swell  our  strain  of  glory  ; 

Shout  with  us  the  wondrous  plan. 

Love's  redeeming  story. 
Soon  our  stay  on  earth  shall  fail, 
Soon  shall  drop  the  mortal  vail, 
Then  in  song  and  voice  we'll  hail, 
Glory,  glory,  glory ! 

3  Christ,  our  Lord,  the  theme,  the  song — 
Then  no  more  the  stranger, 

"Welcomed  by  the  shining  throng, 

In  lone  Bethlehem's  manger. 
Robed  in  peerless  majesty. 
Soon  our  eyes  shall  also  see  ; 
Then  we  '11  sing,  "  'T  is  He,  't  is  He ! 
Glory,  glory,  glory !" 


280        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

483  C.  M. 

Joy  to  the  World. 

JOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  ! 
Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  world,  the  Saviour  reigns ! 
Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 

While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow, 
Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 

He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

484  L.M. 

27ezc  -  Year  Hymn, 

MAY  this  a  happy  new  year  be  ; 
We  would  begin  it,  Lord,  with  thee- 
O  mercifully  condescend 
To  be  our  Saviour,  Shepherd,  Friend. 

2  Each  day  our  youthful  footsteps  guide, 
And  keep  us  closely  by  thy  side  ; 

Each  night  may  we  in  safety  rest 
Within  thy  fold — upon  thy  breast. 

3  Blest  Saviour,  we  would  bring  to  thee 
A  New  Year's  gift ;  O  may  it  be 

A  heart  renew'd  by  grace  divine, 
Which  thou  wilt  take  and  own  as  thine. 

4  And  we  would  ask  a  gift  from  thee — 
Thine  own  best  blessing  let  it  be  ; 
The  Comforter,  the  Holy  Dove, 

To  teach  our  hearts  a  Saviour's  love. 

5  And  when  our  years  on  earth  are  told, 
Then  take  us  to  thy  heavenly  fold ; 
May  this  our  happy  portion  be — 

To  spend  eternity  with  thee. 


NEW-YEAR.  281 

485  CM. 

Xew  -  Year's  Day. 

A  YEAR,  another  year,  is  fled  : 
Its  issues  who  can  tell  ? 
Millions  of  voices  of  the  dead 
Reply  from  heaven  or  hell. 

2  All  these  were  living  at  the  birth 
Of  the  departed  year  : 

They  all  have  vanish'd  from  the  earth ; 
We  fill  their  places  here. 

3  Lost  spirits  from  the  dark  abyss 
Cry  mournfully,  Beware ! 

Spirits  in  glory  and  in  bliss 
Sing  joyfully.  Prepare  ! 

4  Thus  timely  warn'd,  and  moved  with  fear, 
Of  wrath  let  us  beware  : 

For  life  or  death,  in  this  new  year — 
For  earth  and  heaven  prepare. 

486  c.M. 

For  a  New -Year  or  Birthday. 

SPARED  to  commence  another  year, 
The  past  I  now  review  : 
How  num'rous  do  my  sins  appear ' 
How  great  thy  mercies,  too  ! 

2  I  thank  thee  for  thy  tender  care 
Through  all  my  infant  days ; 

And  for  each  privilege  I  share. 
That  still  thy  love  displays. 

3  For  Jesus'  sake  my  sins  forgive, 
And  strengthen  me  in  grace  ; 

That  to  thy  glory  1  may  live. 
And  run  the  Christian  race. 

4  How  long  or  short  my  course  may  be, 
'T  is  not  for  me  to  know  ; 

But  may  I  yield  my  heart  to  thee, 
And  in  thy  favor  grow. 


282        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

437  7th  P.  M.  8  ;zne*  7s. 

Swiftiuss  of  Time. 

WHILE,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fix'd  in  their  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait. 

But  how  little  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies, 
Speedily,  the  mark  to  find  ; 

As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind, — 

Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream : 

Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise  ; 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive  ; 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 

Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 

With  eternity  in  view. 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old; 

Fill  us  with  a  Savioui's  love  ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

488  c.M 

Tlie  Eeavenly  Heralds  of  Peace. 

0  LOVELY  voices  of  the  sky, 
That  hymn'd  the  Saviour's  birth  ! 
Are  ye  not  singing  still  on  high. 

Who  once  sang  "  Peace  on  earth?" 
To  us  yet  speak  the  blissful  strains 

Wherewith,  in  days  gone  by. 
Ye  bless'd  the  wond'ring  Syrian  swains, 
O  voices  of  the  sky ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  283 

2  O  clear  and  shining  light,  whose  beams 
A  heavenly  glory  shed 

Around  the  palms,  and  o'er  the  streams. 

And  on  the  shepherds'  head  ! 
Be  near  to  us  through  life  and  death. 

As  in  that  holiest  night 
Of  hope,  and  peace,  and  joy,  and  faith, 

O  clear  and  shining  light  I 

3  O  star  which  led  to  Him  whose  love 
Brought  hope  and  mercy  free  ! 

Where  art  thou  ?     Mid  the  host  above  t 

May  we  still  gaze  on  thee  ? 
In  heaven  thy  glories  are  not  set; 

Thy  rays  earth  might  not  dim  ; 
Send  them  to  guide  our  youthful  feet, 

O  star  which  led  to  him  ! 

^gg  6th  P.  M.  6 /me*  7s. 

Parting  with  3£issionaries. 

WHEN  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  aspire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire. 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign. 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parch'd  beneath  the  hostile  sky  ; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Yet  shall  love  unite  our  souls : 

Oft  in  fancy's  wide  domain 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 

3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead. 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid — 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign. 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 


284        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

490  L.M. 

Faretcell  to  a  Teacher. 

DEAR  partner  of  our  hopes  and  fears, 
And  wilt  thou  here  no  longer  dwell, 
To  share  our  toils,  and  joys,  and  tears? 
And  must  we  bid  a  sad  farewell  ? 

2  Yes  :  thou  must  fill  thy  future  lot 

Far  from  thy  fond  and  cherish'd  friends  • 
But  not  to  be  by  us  forgot 
While  life  its  beating  pulses  spends. 

3  We'll  think  of  thee  amid  the  scene 
Of  each  returning  Sabbath-day  ; 

And  nowhere  else  with  grief  so  keen. 
Will  mourn  that  thou  art  far  away. 

4  We  '11  think  of  thee  around  the  board 
That  speaks  a  dying  Saviour's  love  ; 

And  trust  our  joy  will  be  restored 
In  endless  fellowship  above. 

5  Lord,  let  thy  care  his  footsteps  guard, 
Thy  choicest  blessings  fill  his  heart, 

And  crown  him  with  thy  rich  reward. 
Where  Christian  friends  no  more  shall  part. 

491  L.M. 

Dismissal  of  a  Good  Scholar. 

¥E  offer.  Lord,  an  humble  prayer, 
And  thank  thee  for  thy  grace  bestow'd, 
In  leading  one  beneath  our  care 
Thus  far  in  wisdom's  pleasant  road. 

2  Whatever  to  his  lot  may  fall, — 
What  toilsome  duties  to  fulfill, — 

We  do  not  know  ;  but  in  thern  all 

Be  thou  his  strength  and  comfort  still. 

3  May  Jesus  be  his  constant  friend — 
The  Bible  his  support  and  stay ; 

And  may  thy  Spirit,  Lord,  descend. 
To  bless  and  guide  him  day  by  day. 


DEATH  AND  PUNERALS. 


492  L.M. 

Asleep  in  Jems. 

ASLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep — ■ 
A  calm  and  undisturb'd  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  O  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing, 

That  death  has  lost  his  venom'd  sting  ! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest,  , 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest  : 

No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  the  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  O  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be.- 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie. 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus !  time  nor  space 
Affects  this  precious  hiding-place  : 
On  Indian  plains  or  Lapland  snows 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

6  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  : 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep. 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep. 


286       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

493  L.M.  ' 

Death  of  a  Scholar. 

A  MOURNING  class,  a  vacant  seat 
Tell  us  that  one  we  loved  to  meet 
Will  join  our  youthful  throng  no  more 
Till  all  these  changing  scenes  are  o'er. 

2  No  more  that  voice  we  loved  to  hear 
Shall  fill  her  teacher's  list'ning  ear  ; 
No  more  its  tones  shall  join  to  swell 
The  songs  that  of  a  Saviour  tell. 

3  That  welcome  face,  that  sparkling  eye, 
And  sprightly  form,  must  buried  lie 
Deep  in  the  cold  and  silent  gloom, 

The  rayless  night,  that  fills  the  tomb. 

4  God  tells  us,  by  this  mournful  death, 
How  vain  and  fleeting  is  our  breath. 
And  bids  our  souls  prepare  to  meet 
The  trial  of  his  judgment-seat. 

494  s.M. 

Death  of  a  Pious  Child. 

WHEN  sickness,  pain,  and  death 
Come  o'er  a  godly  child. 
How  sweetly  then  departs  the  breain  i 
The  dying  pang  how  mild  ! 

2  It  gently  sinks  to  rest. 
As  once  it  used  to  do 

Upon  its  mother's  tender  breast, 
And  as  securely  too. 

3  The  spirit  is  not  dead. 
Though  low  the  body  lies  ; 

But,  freed  from  sin  and  sorrow,  fled 
To  dwell  beyond  the  skies. 

4  That  death  is  but  a  sleep 
Beneath  a  Saviour's  care  ; 

And  he  will  surely  safely  keep 
The  body  resting  there. 


DEATH  AND  FUNERALS.         287 

495  c.M. 

Death  of  a  Cliild. 

LIFE  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour, — 
How  soon  the  vapor  flies  ! 
Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower, 
That  e'en  in  blooming  dies. 

2  Death  spreads  his  with'ring,  wint'ry  arms, 
And  beauty  smiles  no  more  : 

Ah !  where  are  now  those  rising  charms 
Which  pleased  our  eyes  before  ? 

3  That  once  loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead. 
Each  mournful  thought  employs  : 

We  weep  our  earthly  comforts  fled, 
And  wither'd  all  our  joys. 

4  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 
When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 
And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

496  CM. 

Death  of  a  Teaclier. 

AS,  bow'd  by  sudden  storms,  the  rose 
Sinks  on  the  garden's  breast, 
Down  to  the  grave  our  brother  goes, 

In  silence  there  to  rest. 
No  more  with  us  his  tuneful  voice 
The  hymn  of  praise  shall  swell ; 
No  more  his  cheerful  heart  rejoice 
When  peals  the  Sabbath  bell. 

2  Yet,  if  in  yonder  cloudless  sphere, 

,    Amid  a  sinless  throng. 

He  utters  in  his  Saviour's  ear 

The  everlasting  song. 
No  more  we  '11  mourn  the  absent  friend. 

But  lift  our  earnest  prayer. 
And  daily  every  effort  bend 

To  rise  and  join  him  there. 


288        SUXDAY-SCIIOOL  HYMNS. 

497  s.M. 

Death  of  a  Teacher. 

WEEP,  little  children,  weep, 
A  teacher  gone  before  ; 
For  those  that  loved  to  see  his  face, 
Shall  see  his  face  no  more. 

2  Yet  all  whom  once  he  taught 
To  sit  at  Jesus'  feet, 

And  seek  the  blessedness  he  sought, 
May  him  in  glory  meet. 

3  Grieve,  brother  teachers,  grieve  : 
With  you  he  bore  the  cross ; 

And  gladly,  for  a  crown  of  life, 
Accounted  all  things  loss. 

4  His  eye,  his  voice,  his  hand 
Still  marshal  you  along : 

A  fearless,  firm,  united  band — 
Quit  you  like  men — be  strong. 

5  Strong  in  the  Lord  was  he, 
And  valiant  for  the  truth  : 

Go,  train  your  little  ones  to  be 
Christ's  soldiers  from  their  youth. 

49 g  6th  P.  M.  6 /me*  7s. 

ITie  Early  Dead. 

CHILDREN,  like  the  early  flower. 
Often  droop  and  lose  their  bloom — 
Pass  away  in  childhood's  hour. 

To  the  cold  and  silent  tomb  ; 
Bodies  laid  beneath  the  sod — 
Spirits  gone  away  to  God  ! 
2  Oft  along  the  busy  street 

Sad  and  tearful  mourners  go  ; 
Mothers  for  their  children  weep — 

Weep  that  death  has  laid  them  low: 
Nipp'd  the  buds  before  their  bloom — 
Hid  them  in  the  silent  tomb. 


DEATH  AND  FUNERALS.        289 

3  But  the  little  ones  who  hear 

Kind  instruction's  warning  voice, — 
Turn  to  truth  a  willing  ear, 

And  in  wisdom's  ways  raioice, — 
Need  not  fear  the  spoiler's  blow. 
Though  he  lay  the  spring-buds  lew  ? 

4  God  will  gather  them  again  ; 
In  his  garden  they  will  grow. 

On  that  green  and  lovely  plain, 

Where  the  crystal  waters  flow. 
Never  more  to  lay  their  head 
Faintly  on  the  cold  earth-bed. 

499  p.  M.  12,  11,  12,  11. 

Tlioio  art  gone  to  the  Grave. 

THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  we  will  not 
deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrow  and  darkness  encompass  the 
tomb  : 
The  Saviour  hath  pass'd  through  its  portals  be- 
fore thee. 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through 
the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  :  we  no  longer  be- 

hold thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by 

thy  side ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  in 

fold  thee ; 
And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Saviour  hath 

died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  but  we  will  not 

deplore  thee, 
Since  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian,  and 
guide : 
He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  restore 
thee,  [hath  died. 

And  death  has  no  sting,  since  the  Saviour 
19 


290        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

500  33d  P.  M.  8 /tn««  68. 

Go  to  Xliy  Rest,  my  Child. 

GO  to  thy  rest,  my  child — 
Go  to  thy  dreamless  bed ; 
Gentle,  and  meek,  and  mild, 

With  blessings  on  thy  head : 
Fresh  roses  in  thy  hand. 

Buds  on  thy  pillow  laid. 
Haste  from  this  fearful  land, 
Where  flowers  so  quickly  fade. 

2  Before  thy  heart  might  learn 
In  waywardness  to  stray, — 

Before  thy  feet  could  turn 
The  dark  and  downward  way, — 

Ere  sin  might  wound  thy  breast, 
Or  sorrow  wake  the  tear. 

Rise  to  thy  home  of  rest 
In  yon  celestial  sphere. 

3  Because  thy  smile  was  fair, 
Thy  lips  and  eyes  so  bright, — 

Because  thy  cradle-care 
Was  such  a  fond  delight, — 

Shall  love,  with  weak  embrace, 
Thy  heavenward  flight  detain  f 

No,  angel !  seek  thy  place 
Amid  yon  cherub  train. 

501  ^M, 

De<xth  of  a  TeacJier, 

THE  voice  is  hush'd — the  gentle  voice. 
That  told  us  of  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And  made  our  youthful  hearts  rejoice 
In  hope  of  heaven,  our  home  above, 

2  The  eye  is  dim — the  loving  eye. 
That  beam'd  so  fondly  on  us  here ; 

Seal'd  up  in  death,  the  anxious  sigh 
Ho  more  bedews  it  with  a  tear .' 


DEATH  AND  FUNERALS.         291 

3  But  in  the  land  beyond  the  grave, 
That  voice  will  swell  in  rapt'rous  tone 

The  song  to  Him  who  died  to  save, 
And  bring  the  weary  trav'ler  home. 

4  That  eye,  with  holy  radiance  bright, 
Shall  kindle  like  the  stars  of  even  ; 

Like  them  shall  pierce  the  shades  of  night, 
And  sweetly  shine  on  us  from  heaven. 

5  That  brow  shall  wear  its  glitt'ring  crown, 
When  sun  and  stars  no  more  shall  shine  ; 

When  death  shall  lay  his  scepter  down — 
The  grave  her  empire  shall  resign. 

6  Then  let  us  weep  as  Jesus  wept ; 
Hallow'd  by  love  each  gentle  sigh  ; 

Since  in  the  grave  our  Saviour  slept. 
The  Christian  need  not  fear  to  die. 


502  CM. 

Death  of  a  Young  Person. 

WHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 
By  death's  relentless  hand, 
Ou-  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 
O  may  this  truth,  impress'd 

With  awful  power — I  too  must  die — 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  delude  no  more  : 
Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 

It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour — 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 
Let  every  heart  obey  ; 

Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 


292        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

5Q3  9th  p.  M.  87,  87. 

Funeral  Hymn. 

SISTER,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 
Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze, 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening 
When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 

2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber, 
Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low : 

Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number, — 
Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 

3  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us ! 
Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 

But  'tis  God  that  hath  bereft  us — 
He  can  all  our  sorrow  heal. 

4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 
When  the  day  of  life  is  fled ; 

Then,  in  heaven,  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 


504  8th  P.  M.  87,  87,  47. 

Death  of  a  Scholar. 

WHERE  we  oft  have  met  in  gladness. 
On  the  holy  Sabbath-day, 
Slowly  now,  with  tearful  sadness. 
Each  pursues  his  lonely  way; 

Tears  are  falling — 
On  this  holy  Sabbath-day. 

2  One  we  loved  has  left  our  number 
For  the  dark  and  silent  tomb  ; 

Closed  his  eyes  in  deathless  slumber- 
Faded  in  his  early  bloom : 

Hear  us.  Saviour, — 
Thou  hast  blest  the  lonely  tomb. 


DEATH  AND  FUNERALS.         293 

3  Through  its  dark  and  narrow  portal 
Once  they  bore  thee  to  thy  rest ; 

There  a  ray  of  light  immortal, 
Like  a  sunbeam  from  the  west, 

Burst  the  shadows — 
And  the  grave  thenceforth  was  blest. 

4  By  the  light  that  thus  was  given 
To  the  darkness  of  the  tomb — 

By  the  blessed  light  of  heaven, 
Gilding  scenes  of  earthly  gloom, — 

Star  of  gladness, — 
All  our  night  with  joy  illume. 

5  From  our  circle,  little  brother. 
Early  hast  thou  pass'd  away  ! 

But  the  angels  say, — Another 
Joins  our  holy  song  lo-day  ! 

Weep  no  longer — 
Join  with  them  the  sacred  lay. 

505  c.M 

Death  of  a  Scholar. 
TiEATH  has  been  here,  and  borne  away 
SJ  a  brother  from  our  side  : 
Just  in  the  morning  of  his  day, 
As  young  as  we,  he  died. 

2  Not  long  ago  he  fill'd  his  place, 
And  sat  with  us  to  learn  ; 

But  he  has  run  his  mortal  race, 
And  never  can  return. 

3  Perhaps  our  time  may  be  as  short — 
Our  days  may  fly  as  fast : 

O  Lord,  impress  the  solemn  thought 
That  this  may  be  our  last. 

4  We  cannot  tell  who  next  may  fall 
Beneath  thy  chast'ning  rod  : 

One  must  be  first ;  but  let  us  all 
Prepare  to  meet  our  God. 


294        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

506  CM. 

A  Teacher's  Death. 

¥E  lift  to  heaven  our  tearful  eyes, 
And  bow  in  sadness  here  ; 
For  cold  in  death  our  teacher  lies, 
Upon  the  lowly  bier. 

2  We  never  more  shall  hear  the  w.ord 
Of  wisdom  from  that  tongue  : 

Gone  now  to  reap  a  rich  reward — 
The  work  of  earth  is  done  ! 

3  Asleep  in  death — but  not  the  word 
Of  wisdom  from  that  tongue  ; 

To-day,  it  bids  us  seek  the  Lord, 
Before  the  night  comes  on. 

4  O  may  we  heed  the  counsel  wise, 
By  our  dear  teacher  given  ; 

And  meet  that  spirit  in  the  skies. 
And  share  the  bliss  of  heaven  ! 

507  CM. 

At  the  Grave  of  a  Child. 

WHO  shall  forbid  our  grateful  woe. 
Our  tears  of  love  to  start  ? 
There's  balm  in  their  assuaging  flow 
To  heal  the  wounded  heart. 

2  Here  rest  thee,  till  our  longer  race 
And  heavier  toils  shall  close  ; 

Then  shall  we  seek  thy  resting-place, 
And  share  thy  long  repose. 

3  We  plant  thee  here,  with  tears  bedew'd, 
Bright  flower  of  heavenly  dye  ; 

And  often  shall  our  griefs,  renew'd, 
These  flowing  founts  supply. 

4  But  thou  shalt  yet  in  beauty  bloom, 
A  plant  of  Paradise  ; 

And  gladden  with  thy  bweet  perfume 
Our  mansion  in  the  skies. 


DEATH  AND  FUNERALS.         295 

508  S.M. 

Death  of  a  Minister. 

■REST  from  thy  labors,  rest, 
Xi   Soul  of  the  just  set  free  ! 
Blest  be  thy  memory,  and  blest 
Thy  bright  example  be. 

2  Now,  toil  and  conflict  o'er. 
Go  take  with  saints  thy  place  : 

But  go,  as  each  hath  gone  before, 
A  sinner  saved  by  grace. 

3  Lord  Christ,  into  thy  hands 
Our  pastor  we  resign  ; 

And  now  we  wait  thine  own  commands— 
We  were  not  his,  but  thine. 

4  Thou  art  thy  Church's  Head  ; 
And  when  the  members  die, 

Thou  raisest  others  in  their  stead — 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eye. 

5  On  thee  our  hopes  depend  : 
We  gather  round  our  Rock  : 

Send  whom  thou  wilt,  but  condescend 
Thyself  to  feed  thy  flock. 


509  CM, 

At  a  Funeral. 

CALM  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 
Dear  spirit,  rest  thee  now  ; 
E'en  while  with  ours  thy  footsteps  trod. 
His  seal  was  on  thy  brow.    • 

2  Dust,  to  its  narrow  home  beneath ; 

Soul,  to  its  rest  on  high  ; 
They  that  have  seen  thy  look  in  death, 

No  more  may  fear  to  die. 


THE  FUTURE  WORLD, 


510  CM. 

The  Promised  Land. 

ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 
That  rises  to  my  sight ! 

Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green. 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

3  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 
On  trees  immortal  grow  ; 

There  rock,  and  hill,  and  brook,  and  vale 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  O'er  all  those  wide-extended  plains 
Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 

There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns. 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds,  or  pois'nous  breatl 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 

Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death. 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
And  be  forever  blest  ? 

When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face. 
And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 
Would  here  no  longer  stay  : 

Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I  'd  launch  away. 


THE  FUTURE  WORLD.  297 

511  S.M. 
neaven  and  Hell. 

THERE  is  beyond  the  sky 
A  heaven  of  joy  and  love  ; 
And  holy  children,  when  they  die, 
Go  to  that  world  above. 

2  There  is  a  dreadful  hell, 
And  everlasting  pains ; 

There  sinners  must  with  devils  dwell. 
In  darkness,  lire,  and  chains. 

3  Can  such  a  child  as  I 
Escape  this  awful  end  ? 

And  may  1  hope,  whene'er  I  die, 
I  shall  to  heaven  ascend? 

4  Then  will  I  read  and  pray, 
While  I  have  life  and  breath ; 

Lest  I  should  be  cut  olf  to-day, 
And  sent  to'  eternal  death. 

512  L.M. 

Children  in  Heaven. 

HAPPY  the  children  who  are  gone 
To  live  with  Jesus  Christ  in  peace! 
Who  stand  around  his  glorious  throne, 
Redeem'd  by  blood,  and  saved  by  grace. 

2  The  Saviour,  whom  they  loved  below. 
Hath  kindly  wiped  their  tears  away; 

No  sin,  no  sorrow  there  they  know, 
But  bask  in  one  eternal  day. 

3  Now  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 
While  tens  of  thousands  join  the  songs, 

Hosanna  to  the'  immortal  King 
To  whom  immortal  praise  belongs ! 

4  Most  gracious  Lord  !  O  may  we  be 
All  brought  with  them  in  bliss  to  join : 

Thy  sacred  countenance  to  see, 
And  sing  thy  mercies  all  divine  ! 


298        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

5  ]^  3  7th  P.  M.  8  lines  Is. 

The  Blood-washed  ITirong. 

WHO  are  these  in  bright  array  ? 
This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day, 

Tuning  their  triumphant  song? 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb,  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain. 
New  dominion  every  hour." 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod, 
These  from  great  affliction  came  ; 

Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 
Seal'd  with  his  eternal  name. 

Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 
Victor-palms  in  every  hand. 

Through  their  great  Redeemer's  might 
More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease,  unknown, 
On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  : 

Them  the  Lamb,  amid  the  throne, 
Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  : 

Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs, 
Perfect  love  dispels  their  fears  ; 

And  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  their  tears. 

514  CM. 

The  Ileaveiily  Jerusalem. 

JERUSALEM  !  my  happy  home  ! 
Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  1 

2  O  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 
Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend. 

Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 


THE  FUTURE  WORLD.  299 

3  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe  ? 
Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ?  jl 

1  've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 

And  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there, 
Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 

And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

5  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  : 

Then  will  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

515  c.  M. 

Tlie  Young  in  Rea/ven. 

WHAT  souls  are  those  that  venture  near 
The  throne  of  God  to  see  ? 
Ten  thousand  happy  ones,  who  here 
Were  children  such  as  we  ! 

2  Their  sins  the  Saviour  wash'd  away — 
He  made  them  white  and  clean  ; 

They  loved  his  Word,  they  loved  his  day, 
They  loved  him  though  unseen. 

3  Now  under  many  a  grassy  mound 
Their  youthful  bodies  rest, 

But  safe  their  happy  souls  are  found 
Upon  their  Saviour's  breast. 

4  O  may  we  travel,  as  they  trod. 
The  path  that  leads  to  heaven, 

And  seek  forgiveness  from  that  God 
Who  hath  their  sins  forgiven. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  hear  our  humble  cry, 
And  our  young  hearts  renew  ; 

Then  raise  our  ransom'd  souls  on  high, 
That  we  may  see  thee  too. 


300        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

52  g  P.  M.  86,  868. 

%  Glory  to  God  in  the  IligTiest. 

AROUND  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven, 
Thousands  of  children  stand  ; 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

A  holy,  happy  band — 
Singing  glory,  glory,  glory. 

2  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above. 
That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair — 

"Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love? — 

How  came  those  children  there, 
Singing  glory,  glory,  glory  ? 

3  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood 
To  wash  away  their  sin  ; 

Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 

Behold  them  white  and  clean — 
Singing  glory,  glory,  glory. 

4  On  earth  they  sought  their  Saviour's  grace. 
On  earth  they  loved  his  name  ; 

So  now  they  see  his  blessed  face. 

And  stand  before  the  Lamb — 
Singing  glory,  glory,  glory. 

5;[7  4th  P.  M.  886,  886. 

Miss-insjntnng  Hope. 

COME  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 
Who  still  your  bodies  feel : 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 
To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode  ; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise. 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies. 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 


THE  FUTURE  WORLD.  301 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down  : 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure  ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

4  Thrice  blessed,  bliss-inspiring  hope  ! 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up  ; 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead  : 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last. 

Triumphant  with  our  Head. 

5  That  great  mysterious  Deity 
We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see  ; 

The  beatific  sight 
Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  praise. 
And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlasting  light. 


518  CM. 

The  Heavenly  Canaan. 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides. 
And  never-with'ring  flowers : 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
Stand  dress'd  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  roU'd  between. 

4  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er. 

Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood. 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


302        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

519  L-M. 

The  Wicked  Child  judged. 

HOW  dreadful,  Lord,  will  be  the  day 
When  all  the  slumb'ring  dead  shall  rise, 
And  those  who  dared  to  disobey 
Be  brought  before  thy  searching  eyes  ! 

2  The  wicked  child,  who  often  heard 
His  faithful  teachers  speak  of  thee, 

And  fled  from  every  serious  word, 
Shall  not  be  able  then  to  flee. 

3  No  teacher,  then,  shall  bid  him  pray 
To  Him  who  now  the  sinner  hears  ; 

For  Christ  himself  shall  turn  away, 
And  show  no  pity  to  his  tears. 

4  Great  God  !  I  tremble  at  the  thought. 
And  at  thy  feet  for  mercy  bend, 

That  when  to  judgment  I  am  brought. 
The  Judge  himself  may  be  my  friend. 

520  c.M. 

Preparation  for  Heaven. 

0  HAPPY  land  !  O  happy  land  ! 
Where  saints  and  angels  dwell ; 
We  long  to  join  that  glorious  band. 

And  all  their  anthems  swell. 
But  every  voice  in  yonder  throng 

On  earth  has  breathed  a  prayer ; 
No  lips  untaught  may  join  that  song, 
Or  learn  the  music  there. 

2  Thou  heavenly  Friend !  thou  heavenly  Friend} 

O  hear  us  when  we  pray  ; 
Now  let  thy  pard'ning  grace  descend, 

And  take  our  sins  away. 
Be  all  our  fresh,  our  youthful  days. 

To  thy  blest  service  given : 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  sing  thy  praise, 

A  rausom'd  band  in  heaven. 


THE  FUTURE  WORLD.  303 

521  CM. 

Church  helow  and  above. 

HAPPY  the  souls  to  Jesus  join'd, 
And  saved  by  grace  alone  ; 
Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 
Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  Church  triumphant  in  thy  love, 
Their  mighty  joys  we  know  : 

They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee  in  thy  glorious  realm  they  praise, 
And  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 

We  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace : 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads, 
And  thence  our  spirits  rise  ; 

For  he  that  in  thy  statutes  treads, 
Shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

522  CM. 

Eternity. 

HOW  long  sometimes  a  day  appears ! 
And  weeks,  how  long  are  they  ! 
Months  move  along  as  if  the  years 
Would  never  pass  away. 

2  But  months  and  years  are  passing  by 
And  soon  must  all  be  gone  ; 

For  day  by  day,  as  minutes  fly, 
Eternity  comes  on. 

3  Days,  months,  and  years  must  have  an  end; 
Eternity  has  none ; 

'T  will  always  have  as  long  to  run 
As  when  it  first  begun, 

4  Great  God,  an  infant  cannot  tell 
How  such  a  thing  can  be  : 

I  only  pray  that  I  may  dwell 
That  long,  long  time  with  thee. 


304       SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

523  P.  M.  8s&6s. 
The  Land  of  Ee^t. 

THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  mourning  wand'rers  given , 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distress'd, 
A  balm  lor  every  wounded  breast, — 
'Tis  found  above — in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls 
By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 

When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals. 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 
And  all  is  dreai  but  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 
To  brighter  prospects  given  ; 

And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly. 
And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloon- 
And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 

There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom — 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

524  3d  P.  M.  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

Happiness  of  Heaven. 

BEFORE  the  Father's  throne 
There  is  a  happy  band, 
Who  home  have  early  flown, 

And  in  his  presence  stand  : 
Once  little  children  here  they  were, 
But  now  angelic  bliss  they  share. 
2  They  hear  the  Saviour's  voice, 

His  glorious  face  behold ; 
Forever  they  rejoice, 

And  to  their  harps  of  gold 
They  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love, 
Which  brought  them  to  that  fold  above 


CLOSING. 


625  s.M. 

For  a  Blessing  on  the  Seed  scncn. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  hear :  I 
On  us  look  kindly  down  : 
Our  humble  labors  deign  to  cheer, 
And  with  thy  favor  crown. 

2  In  youthful  hearts  the  seed 
Of  sacred  truth  we  sow  : 

Now,  Lord,  the  blessing  that  we  need 
Freely  do  thou  bestow. 

3  Then,  though  the  sower  weep, 
Ere  long,  with  thankful  voice. 

Both  he  who  sows  and  they  who  reap 
Together  shall  rejoice. 

4  Thou  dost  the  seed  prepare. 
And  make  it  spring  when  sown  •, 

And  if  a  hundred-fold  it  bear. 
The  praise  is  all  thine  own. 

52()  BthF-M.  4  lines  7s. 

For  a  Blessing  on  (he  SeTwol. 

GOD  o'er  all,  supremely  blest; 
God,  in  Christ  made  manifest ; 
God,  the  Spirit — One  in  Three — 
Make  thy  children  one  with  thee. 

2  Thou  art  power,  and  love,  and  light ; 
By  that  threefold  cord  unite 

All  our  schools,  with  large  increase. 
In  thy  covenant  of  peace. 

3  Then  the  living,  year  by  year, 
Shall  recruit  our  numbers  here, 
And  our  dying  friends  supply 
Fresh  accessions  to  the  sky. 

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306        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 


N 


527  8th  p.  M.  87,  87,  47 

Preparation  for  the  JTea/venly  SdbT)afh, 

OW  is  done  the  time  of  teaching, 
Ended  is  the  hour  we  love ; 
Hush'd  the  voice  of  friends  beseeching 
Us  to  seek  for  joys  above : 

Precious  Sabbaths  ! 
Swiftly,  O  !  they  swiftly  move. 

2  Wake,  then,  every  tender  feeling ! 
Ere  from  school  we  go  away  ; 

Saviour,  come,  thy  grace  revealing, 
Every  troubled  thought  allay — 

Make  us  holy, 
On  the  sacred  Sabbath-day. 

3  Soon  our  Sabbaths  will  be  ended. 
All  our  Sabbath  schools  be  past ; 

Like  the  leaf,  to  earth  descended, 
Wither 'd  in  the  autumn  blast : 

Life  is  passing — 
We  must  see  the  grave  at  last. 

4  Then  may  heaven  be  beaming  o'er  us, 

With  its  sunny  glories  bright ; 

And,  with  millions  saved  before  us. 

May  we  join  in  worlds  of  light, 

Praising  Jesus, 
Where  the  Sabbath  knows  no  night. 

528  P.  M.  776,  6669. 

Parting. 

HERE  we  suffer  grief  and  pain, 
Here  we  meet  to  part  again  ; 
In  heaven  we  part  no  more. 

Chorus. — 0  that  will  be  joyful ! 
Joyful,  joyful,  joyful ! 
O  that  will  be  joyful ! 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more  ! 


CLOSING.  307 

2  All  who  love  the  Lord  below, 
When  they  die  to  heaven  will  go, 

And  sing  with  saints  above. 
O  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

3  Holy  children  will  be  there, 

Who  have  sought  the  Lord  by  prayer, 
Frona  every  Sunday  school. 
O  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

4  Teachers,  too,  shall  meet  above, 
And  our  pastors,  whom  we  love, 

Shall  meet  to  part  no  more.  t 

O  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

5  O  how  happy  we  shall  be  ! 
For  our  Saviour  we  shall  see. 

Exalted  on  his  throne  ! 

O  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

6  There  we  all  shall  sing  with  joy, 
And  eternity  employ 

In  praising  Christ  the  Lord. 
O  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

529  c.M. 

Closing  School, 

AND  now  another  hour  is  past, 
Of  kind  instruction  given  ; 
And  this,  perhaps,  may  be  the  last 
On  this  side  hell  or  heaven. 

2  And  is  it  so  ?    How  dread  the  thought, 
And  yet  indeed  how  true  ! 

If  I  could  feel  it  as  I  ought, 
This  day,  what  should  I  do  ? 

3  0  surely  prize  it  more  and  more, 
And  pray  that  God  would  give 

A  death  of  gain,  if  life  be  o'er, 
And  blessing,  if  I  live. 


308        BUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

530  s.M. 

Sympathy  and  Jfuiual  Love. 

BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 

Is  like  to  that  above. 
2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  praj^ers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, — 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 
«     3  We  share  our  mutual  woes  ; 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 
It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 

But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 
Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 

While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
And  sin  we  shall  be  free  ; 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

53]^  9th  P.  M.  87,  87. 

A  Blessing  sovgJd  on  Listruction  given. 

HEAVENLY  Father,  grant  thy  blessing 
On  the  teaching  of  this  day  ; 
That  our  hearts  thy  fear  possessing, 

May  from  sin  be  turn'd  away. 
2  Have  we  wander'd?  O  !  forgive  us  : 
Have  we  wish'd  from  truth  to  rove  ? 
Turn,  0  !  turn  us,  and  receive  us. 
And  incline  us  truth  to  love. 


CLOSING.  309 

532  L.  M. 

Lord^  dismiss  us. 

ETERNAL  Father,  God  of  grace  ! 
Who  dvvellest  m  this  holy  place, 
Hear  us,  O  hear  us,  while  we  pray, 
And  send  us  not  unblest  away  ! 

2  Look  on  us  now,  and  bless  us  here  : 
"We  fain  would  worship  in  thy  fear  : 
O  be  thy  shadow  round  us  spread, 

O  be  thy  Spirit  on  us  shed. 

3  Not  many  years  our  feet  have  run, 
Yet  hast  thou  watch'd  them  every  one  : 
May  all  our  future  years  be  bright 
With  beams  of  heavenly  love  and  light. 

4  In  life,  and  when  we  come  to  die, 
Be  thou  our  guardian  ever  nigh  ; 
And  may  the  pang  that  sets  us  free 
Waft  every  spirit  home  to  thee  ! 

533  c.M. 

Closing  Sclwol. 

JESUS,  we  cast  ourselves  on  thee — 
On  thee  our  works  we  cast : 
The  Alpha  and  Omega  be 
In  all,  the  first  and  last. 

2  If  well  we  anything  have  done, 
'Tis  owing  to  thy  grace  : 

What  therefore  we  with  prayer  begun, 
We  now  conclude  with  praise. 

3  .We  praise  thee  for  our  teachers'  care, 
To  us  their  scholars  show'd  : 

If  forward  brought  to-day  we  are. 
It  is  the  gift  of  God, 

4  We  praise  thee  for  our  hope  to  know 
The  wisdom  from  above, 

And  own  that  all  our  blessings  flow 
From  thy  redeeming  love. 


310        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

534  5th.  F.U.  4  lines  7s. 

Saviour,  protect  us. 

FOR  a  season  call'd  to  part, 
Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 

2  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer, 
Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep  ; 

Let  thy  mercy,  and  thy  care, 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  What  we  each  have  now  been  taught, 
Let  our  memories  retain  : 

May  we,  if  we  live,  be  brought 
Here  to  meet  in  peace  again. 

4  Then,  if  thou  instruction  bless, 
Songs  of  praises  shall  be  given  : 

We'll  our  thankfulness  express. 
Here  on  earth  and  when  in  heaven. 

535  CM- 

The  Fath-er''8  Jewels. 

WHEN  thou  shalt  make  thy  jewels  up, 
And  set  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  gems,  O  Lord,  shall  shine, 

Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own, — 
2  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 
Poor  sinners,  saved  by  grace. 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed. 
Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

536  L.M. 

A  Blessing  sought  upon  the  Lesson. ' 

0  WRITE  upon  my  mem'ry.  Lord, 
The  texts  and  doctrines  of  thy  Word; 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before ! 


CLOSING.  311 

2  With  thoughts  of  Christ,  and  things  divine, 
Fill  up  this  foolish  heart  of  mine  ; 
That,  hoping  pardon  through  his  blood, 
I  may  lie  down  and  wake  with  God. 

537  s.M. 

Parting. 

ONCE  more,  before  we  part, 
We'll  bless  the  Saviour's  name  : 
Record  his  mercies,  every  heart ; 
Sing,  every  tongue,  the  same. 
2  May  we  receive  his  word. 

And  feed  thereon  and  grow  ; 
Go  on  to  seek,  and  know  the  Lord, 
And  practice  what  we  know. 

533  5th  P.  M.  4  ZtTie*  78. 

Evening :  Communion  xcith  God. 

SOFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  our  sight  away ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free. 
Lord,  we  would  commune  with  thee. 
2  Soon  from  us  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free. 
Take  us,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 

539  P.M.  96,  96. 

Prayer  for  Chiidance. 

OGOD  !  protector  of  the  lowly — 
Of  all  that  trust  in  thee  ; 
Without  whom  nothing  strong  or  holy, 

And  nothing  good  can  be  ! 
2  Guide  thou  our  steps  to  heavenly  glory,- 

And  teach  us  so  to  choose. 
As  not  for  pleasures  transitory 
Eternal  bliss  to  lose. 


312        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

5^Q  33d  P.  M.  8  ZiTies  6 

Farting  Hymn. 

COME,  children,  ere  we  part. 
Bless  the  Redeemer's  name — 
Join  every  tongue  and  heart 
To  celebrate  his  fame. 

Jesus,  the  children's  Friend, 

Him  whom  our  souls  adore. 
His  praises  have  no  end  ; 
Praise  him  forever  more. 

2  Lord,  in  thy  grace  we  came — 
That  blessing  still  impart ; 

"We  met  in  Jesus'  name — 
In  Jesus'  name  we  part. 
Jesus,  &c. 

3  If  here  we  meet  no  more, 
May  we  in  realms  above, 

With  all  the  saints,  adore 
Redeeming  grace  and  lore. 
Jesus,  (fee. 


541  L.M. 

77i^  Shepherd  and  his  FlocJc. 

JESUS,  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep. 
Thy  "  little  flock"  in  safety  keep  ; 
These  lambs  within  thine  arms  now  take 
Nor  let  them  e'er  thy  fold  forsake. 

2  Secure  them  from  the  scorching  beam, 
And  lead  them  to  the  living  stream ; 

In  verdant  pastures  let  them  lie. 

And  watch  them  with  a  shepherd's  eye! 

3  O  teach  them  to  discern  thy  voice, 
And  in  its  sacred  sound  rejoice  ! 
From  strangers  may  they  ever  flee, 
And  know  no  other  guide  but  thee. 


CLOSING.  313 

542  L.  M. 

Parting  Hymn. 

GUIDE  of  our  youth,  to  thee  we  pray  ; 
Help  us  to  tread  thy  holy  way  ; 
And  may  each  day  of  life  be  pass'd 
As  if  we  knew  it  were  our  last. 

2  Smile,  Lord,  on  those  whose  toil  and  care 
Are  spent  for  our  instruction  here  ; 

And  let  our  conduct  ever  prove 
Our  gratitude  for  all  their  love. 

3  Through  life  may  we  perform  thy  will — 
Our  various  duties  all  fulfill ; 

Then  join  the  friends  we  here  have  known, 
In  nobler  songs  around  thy  throne. 

5  ,|.  3  8th  P.  M.  87,  87,  47, 

For  the  Fullness  of  Peace  and  Joy. 

LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing. 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 

O  refresh  us, 
Trav'ling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound ;    # 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away. 

Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven. 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey. 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 


314        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

544  CM. 

From  School  to  Church. 

NOW,  children,  to  God's  house  repair, 
And  with  the  holy  throng 
O  give  your  hearts  to  humble  prayer, 
And  raise  the  cheerful  song. 

2  Praise  God,  whose  mercies  brought  you  here. 
Whose  goodness  keeps  you  still, 

Whose  grace  with  joy  your  souls  can  cheer, 
Whose  power  subdues  your  will. 

3  Improve  the  strength  you  here  have  gain'd 
To  do  his  holy  will : 

Improve  the  knowledge  here  attain'd, 
To  love  and  serve  him  still. 

4  Let  not  the  world  have  cause  to  say, 
You  served  your  God  for  naught ; 

But  grow  in  grace  from  day  to  day, 
As  you  have  here  been  taught. 

545  P.M.  8886. 

A  Litany, 

¥HEN  to  thee,  who  hast  thy  dwelling 
In  the  heaven  of  light  excelling, 
We  our  youthful  griefs  are  telling ; 
Lord  and  Saviour,  hear  us. 

2  When,  at  birth  of  rosy  morning, 

Our  glad  songs  shall  greet  the  dawning, 
When  the  sun  the  noon 's  adorning ; 
Lord  and  Saviour,  hear  us. 

3  Or  when  day's  bright  hours  are  ending, 
When,  the  shades  of  night  descending, 
We  are  at  thy  footstool  bending ; 

Lord  and  Saviour,  hear  us. 

4  For  a  life  thy  praise  expressing, 
For  a  death  thy  name  confessing. 
For  a  heaven  of  endless  blessing ; 

Lord  and  Saviour,  hear  us. 


CLOSING.  315 

54  g  5th  p.  M.  4 /me5  7s. 

Sahliath  Evening. 

SOFTLY  fades  the  twilight  ray 
Of  the  holy  Sabbath-day ; 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun, 
When  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 

2  Peace  is  on  the  world  abroad  ; 
'Tis  the  holy  peace  of  God, — 
Symbol  of  the  peace  within, 
When  the  heart  is  free  from  sin. 

3  Still  the  Spirit  lingers  near, 
Where  the  evening  worshiper 
Seeks  communion  with  the  skies, 
Pressing  onward  to  the  prize. 

4  Saviour,  may  our  Sabbaths  be 
Days  of  peace  and  joy  in  thee. 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose. 
Where  the  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  close. 

547  c.M. 

Sunday-School  Evening  Worsliiix 

ALMIGHTY  God  !  thy  word  is  spread 
Like  seed  upon  the  ground  ; 
Now  let  the  dew  of  heaven  descend, 
And  righteous  fruits  abound. 

2  Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  and  man 
This  holy  seed  remove  ; 

But  give  it  root  in  every  heart, 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

3  Let  not  the  world's  deceitful  cares 
The  rising  plant  destroy  ; 

But  let  it  yield  a  hundred-fold. 
The  fruits  of  peace  and  joy. 

4  Oft  as  the  precious  seed  is  sown, 
Thy  quick'ning  grace  bestow  ; 

That  all,  whose  minds  the  truth  rece.ve, 
Its  saving  power  may  know. 


316        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

548  C.M. 

2reet,  to  part  no  more. 

HOW  pleasant  thus  to  dwell  below, 
In  fellowship  of  love  ' 
And  though  we  part,  'tis  bliss  to  know 
The  good  shall  meet  above. 

O  that  will  be  joyful,  joyful,  joyful ! 

O  that  will  be  joyful ! 

To  meet  to  part  no  more, — 

To  meet  to  part  no  more, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore, 

And  sing  the  everlasting  song 

With  those  who  've  gone  before. 

2  Yes,  happy  thought !  when  we  are  free 
From  earthly  grief  and  pain. 

In  heaven  we  shall  each  other  see, 
And  never  part  again. 

O  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

3  The  children  who  have  loved  the  Lord 
Shall  hail  their  teachers  there  ; 

And  teachers  gain  the  rich  ^:eward 
Of  all  their  toil  and  care. 

O  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

4  Then  let  us  each,  in  strength  divine, 
Still  walk  in  wisdom's  ways  ; 

That  we,  with  those  we  love,  may  join 
In  never-ending  praise ! 

0  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

549  3dP.  M.  4  6s  &2  83. 

On  leaving  School. 

ON  what  has  now  been  sown. 
Thy  blessing.  Lord,  bestow  ; 
The  power  is  thine  alone 
To  make  it  spring  and  grow  : 
Do  thou  the  gracious  harvest  raise. 
And  thou  alone  shalt  have  the  praise. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


550  5th  p.  M.  4  Zine*  7s. 

GLORY  to  the  Father  give, 
God,  in  whom  we  move  and  live  ; 
Children's  prayers  he  deigns  to  hear. 
Children's  songs  delight  his  ear. 

2  Glory  to  the  Son  we  bring, 
Christ,  our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 
Children,  raise  your  sweetest  strain 
To  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain. 

3  Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost ; 
Be  this  day  a  Pentecost' 
Children's  minds  may  he  inspire — 
Touch  their  tongues  with  holy  fire. 

4  Glory  in  the  highest  be 
To  the  blessed  Trinity, 
For  the  gospel  from  alDOve, 

For  the  word  that  "  God  is  love." 


551  ethF.U.  6  lines  7s. 

PRAISE  the  name  of  God  most  high ; 
Praise  him,  all  below  the  sky ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost: 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 


318        SUNDAY-SCHOOL  HYMNS. 

552  5th  p.  M.  4  lines  Ts. 

SING  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

553  s.M 

GIVE  to  the  Father  praise, 
Give  glory  to  the  Son  ; 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honor  done. 

554  CM. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Who  sweetly  all  agree, 
To  save  a  world  of  sinners  lost. 
Eternal  glory  be. 

555  L.  M. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  who  kindly  rules 
And  blesses  all  our  Sunday  schools  ; 
Let  children,  with  the  cherub  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

556  L.  M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


INDEX. 


TH>   FIGCUKS  RKFEB  TO  THE  PAGB. 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have C.  Wedey  216 

A  children's  temple  here  we  build. .  .Montgojnery  272 

Again,  O  Lord,  we  rise  to  see 13 

Again  returns  the  Sabbath-day 42 

Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed Watts  183 

Alas !  what  hourly  dangers  rise Steele  194 

All  hail  the  joyful  morning 266 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name Perronet  161 

Almighty  Father,  heavenly  King 81 

Almighty  God,  thy  piercing  eye Watts  116 

Almighty  God,  thy  word  is  spread. 315 

Almighty  God,  to  thee  I  cry C.  Wesley    88 

Almighty  God,  to  thee  we  raise 256 

Almighty  Lord,  with  joy  to  thee 81 

Almighty  Euler  of  the  skies 88 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross Watts  212 

A  minute,  how  soon  it  has  flown 141 

A  mourning  cla.ss,  a  vacant  seat 286 

And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought O.  Wesley  207 

And  now  another  hour  is  past Edmeston  307 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise C.  Wesley  190 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 300 

As,  bow'd  by  sudden  storms,  the  rose. .  .Sigourney  287 

A.3  children  favor'd  of  the  Lord Naylor    51 

As  drops  which,  from  the  mountain-side 63 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep MacTcay  286 

Assembled  in  our  school  once  more 15 

As  teachers  of  the  rising  race 64 

As  thou  forgivest  us. 144 

Attracted  by  love's  sacred  force , 47 

Author  of  faith,  we  seek  thy  face C.  Wedey  157 

Awake,  my  soul!  stretch  every  nerve.  .Doddridge  209 

^wake,  my  soul,  to  meet  the  day Doddt-idge  200 

A.  year,  another  year,  is  fled. Montgomery  281 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne Watts    19 

Befdre  the  Father's  throne 801 


320  INDEX. 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind S.  Wesley,  Sen,  182 

Be  it  my  only  wisdom  liere C.  Wesley  215 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds Fmoeett  306 

Blest,  beyond  all  earthly  blessing 124 

Blest  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  claim 1T3 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow C.  Wesley  223 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  Heber  278 
By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill .Ileber    49 

Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God Mrs.  Hemcma  298 

Childhood  and  youth,  how  vain  they  seem 56 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow 108 

Children,  hath  not  a  voice  within ^10 

Children,  join  your  God  to  bless Naylor    13 

Children,  like  the  early  flower Mrs.  Mwxwell  288 

Children,  listen  to  the  Lord Hastings    IT 

Children,  now  your  voices  raise 140 

Children  of  Jerusalem 86 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King Cennick  215 

Christ  is  merciful  and  mild 100 

Come,  and  sing  with  joy  and  gladness D.D.  260 

Come,  children,  come  to  God 3  68 

Come,  children,  ere  we  part '. 812 

Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost C.  Wesley    69 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove Watts  198 

Come,  hurnble  sinner,  in  whose  breast Jones  169 

Come,  join  our  Sabbath-song. Mrs.  Maxwell    64 

Come,  let  our  voices  join Budden  253 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs Watts    10 

Come,  let  us  join,  our  Lord  to  praise 24 

Come,  let  us  join  the  hosts  above C.  Wesley    22 

Come,  let  us  rejoice 247 

Come,  let  us  tune  our  voices 262 

Come,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine C.  Wesley  222 

Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress C.  Wesley  800 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing RoMnson  208 

Come  to  the  mercy-seat Mrs.  Maancell  169 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distress'd Steele  ISl 

Come,  ye  children,  and  adore  Him 254 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish.  J/oore  171 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy Rart  166 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord. Watts  220 

Come,  youthful  sinners,  come,  haste  to  the  Saviour  106 
Creator!  Saviour!  God 158 

Day  by  d^  supplies  of  srace Edmeston  15f 


INDEX.  321 

Dfiy  of  Gel.  thou  blc-scd  day IJ.F.  GouUl    « 

Di'iir  cliiidicn,  lunv  R'HU'IiiIht  God Ill) 

Dear  Kiitlier.  to  lliy  inorc-y-soiit SUn-k'  \ 72 

Dc:ir  |i:irtin.r  of  .mr  liojics  and  tVars. .    'JSt 

Dear  ^aviuiir,  if  llu-si-  lambs  should  stray 50 

Dear  Saviour,  lot  an  iiifaiit  chiim .' il9 

Dear  Saviour,  to  a  child 77 

Death  has  heeii  here,  and  home  away. ^^{.'//fl  Tui/lor  2'.).! 

Deliixiiil'iil  work!  younir  souls  to  win Stnipliitn     .Vi 

bidst  thou,  dear  Saviour,  sulicr  s,\\i\.uw. .  .Kirkkam  11)5 

Eternal  Bi  inji!  Source  of  iovo 5-1 

Eternal  Father,  God  of  -race KihiK-.-itmi  r.i.a 

Eterjial  God,  incline  thine  ear 1'6 

Ktcnutl  I'osver,  whose  ingli  abode 'A'uUs    25 

Far,  far  from  Zion.  far  from  God 283 

Far  fronj  my  thou-rliLs,  vain  world,  begone.    Wuft-^    40 

Father,  from  thy  tlirone  above PIuI/ik    r>5 

Fatlier,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  tliee C.\Vi--<lcii  177 

Father  of  mercies,  hear ".   ;?;:r) 

Father  of  m.-rcies,  in  thy  Word ^l-tle  2:i2 

Father  of  naicit-s,  let  our  sonu's S 

f>cd  my  lambs  1— how  condesceiulinr,' (56 

Few  are  our  years,  yet  soon '. 117 

For  a  sea.son  callM  to  part Nr-icloii  ^)10 

Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be C.  \V,-xl'ii  1<)1 

From  all  that  ilweil  below  the  skies WntU     10 

From  every  stormy  wintl  that  blows StoiCfU  l.">5 

From  Greenland's 'ie.v  irjountaitis Ui-licr  2}  t 

Froju  year  to  year  in"  love  wo  meet 2i6 

Gentlo  .TcsuP.  meek  and  niild C.  Wpsh-y  JOO 

Give  to  the  Father  praise Wat'u  -SIS 

Glory  be  to  God  on  hii;!! C.  WcU-i/    20 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  ni^lit Ktni  2('2 

G lory  to  the  Father  <ri  ve Montijouu'rti  .SI  7 

God  hxssaid,  Forever  blessed ,'.  124 

God  is  in  heaven— can  iie  hear Brimimgrofo    83 

God  oVr  all.  supremely  blest Mi'itU/ouien/  305 

Go  thou,  in  life's  fair  moniinj,' ".    I2S 

Go  to  thy  rest,  my  child ''. Sigcuniei/  2<.»0 

Gracious  Saviour."  irmtle  She|iherd S!> 

Grant  un  Lord,  thy  -_'racii>us  presence 8^ 

GrajiL  us,  Lord,  Ihy  heavenly  light 152 

21 


322  K,'DEX. 

Grateful  praise  to  thee  we  bring ,  12 

Gri'iif  G'ul,  and  wilt  thou  comlcsccnd 185 

Grout  God.  attend,  while  Ziou  sings Wdtts    23 

Groat  G<><1,  beliold,  before  tiiy  tl-.rone 89 

Great  Gud,  our  infant  voiees  raise 93 

Great  God,  to  tiiee  our  tlmnks  we  bring 263 

Great  God,  witli  lieart  and  tongue I'aicceiC  14T 

Great  God,  witli  uieelcness  we  confess 145 

Guardian  ofsouis,  tlirougliout  uiy  days liuxling  150 

Guide  ijie,  O  thou  great  Jehovah Olirer  196 

Guiile  of  Miy  youtli  be  thou,  O  Lord Naylor  14T 

Guitle  of  our  youth,  to  tliee  wecry 153 

Guide  of  our  youth,  to  thee  we  pray SIS 

Tliiil.  gi-eat  Creator,  wise  and  good 251 

Ha'.lowM  be  thi.s  humble  s]K>t Mont^/oyrtfry  271^ 

Hai)|)y  anicds !  still  ye  dwell ".  279 

7Iapi)y  eliild,  whom  G»m1  doth  aid C.  Weah-'y  127 

llai)i)y  thu  eliildrcn  who  are  gone 2DT 

Happy  the  child  wlio  liuds  the  srrace t\  Wc>^.ey  125 

1  lapi.y  the  ekild  wliose  tender  years. WalU  126 

llaiipy  the  souls  to  Jisus  join'd C.  Wtdey  303 

Hark!   the  Sabbath-betls  lire  ringing 73 

Hear  ye  not  a  voice  from  heaven 1  TO 

Heavinly  Father,  grant  thy  blessing SOS 

lie  <iies  I   tl>e  Friend  «>*'  sinners  dies Watts  1S5 

Help  uie  to  praise  thy  name T9 

Here,  irnicious  G<m],  before  thy  feet 53 

I  \  ere,  like  tlie  binls  that  wander  free 253 

1\vYi:.  Lord,  before  tiiy  aiercy-seat  27 

Here  "s  a  message  of  love  sent  down  from  above 233 

II  ere  wo  sutler "irrief  and  j>ain 806 

Holy  Bible!  book  divine J.  B.  231 

Ht^ly  eh ildren  read  and  pray 123 

Holy  Lord,  our  hearts  prepare 21 

Hosanna,  be  the  children's  song MonUjom<>)-7i    56 

How  lieauteous  are  their  feet Wtiti^f  23T 

How  blest  are  tliose  in  early  youth 122 

How  carefully  the  sliepherds'keep 126 

How  doth  tlie  little  busy  bee Wttm  140 

How  dreadful,  Lord,  will  be  tlic  day.  ..Jane  Taylor  302 

How  hai)|.y  every  child  of  grace C.  Wealey  2}9 

How  haiijiy  is  the  child  who  liears 123 

How  hajipy  those  dear  children  were 183^ 

Uow  long  souiclimes  a  day  appears.  ..Jane  Tayfor  SOS 


INDEX.  32S 

How  pleasant  for  a  child  to  sing 138 

How  pleasant  is  the  dawn 84 

How  pleasant  tlms  to  dwell  below 81 6 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine FawcfU  288 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is Watts  164 

How  serious  is  the  charge 57 

How  shall  the  youns  secure  their  hearts Wattfi  148 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the Silver-st.  Col.    48 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds Keicton  189 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile Kelly    28 

How  sweet  upon  the  Sabbath-day Mrs.  Palmer    97 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours. _. Newton  226 

Humble  praises,  holy  Jesus ." 78 

Idle  boys  and  men  are  found C.  Wesley  138 

If  any  little  insult  given 148 

I  know  that  I  am  but  a  child Mrs.  Maxxvell  184 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives Medley  19T 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus 8$ 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath Watts  206 

I  love  the  blessed  Sabbath-day 44 

I  love  the  Sabbath  school  "Where 43 

I  love  the  Sabbath  school — the  place 48 

I  love  the  Sunday  school 60 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord Dxoighi  248 

I  love  to  have  the  Sabbath  come,  For  then 35 

I  love  to  have  the  Sabbath  come,  I  love 56 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away Mrs.  Brown  204 

I  'm  not  too  young  to  love  the  Lord 95 

In  fervent  prayer,"with  holy  praise Naylor  271 

In  Holy  Scriptures  I  am  told 91 

In  life's  gay  morn  let  children  learn 58 

In  the  cross  of  Je^us  glory 139 

In  the  joyous  hours  of  youth 149 

In  the  Saviour's  pleasant  fold 74 

In  thy  gi-eat  name,  O  Lord,  we  come 18 

Invited  by  a  Saviour's  love 28 

I  think,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story. .  .Mrs.  Luke    71 

I  want  a  principle  within C.  Wesley  213 

I  want  to  be  an  angel 96 

I  would  a  youthful  pilgrim  be 179 

I  would  not  live  alway  f  I  ask  not  to  Bt&yMuhleiiburff  210 

Jerusalem !  my  happy  home 299 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  ba Grii/ff  21$ 


324  INDEX. 

Jcsns  Christ,  my  Lord  and  Saviour 141 

Jesus  Ciirist,  oar  Lord  and  Saviour 82 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Truth,  the  Way. .  .Mrs.  MaaxcfiU    20 

Jesus,  irreat  Shepherd  of  the  slieop C.  Weniey  222 

Jesus,  I  love  tliy  charniini:  name Doddridge  170 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  liave  taken (Jrartt  216 

Jesus,  in  Cliristian  love  we  meet O.  I\  235 

Jesus,  let  a  little  child Rudiug    76 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 0.  WeaUy  ISO 

Jesus,  Lord  of  life  and  glory 1S6 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul V.  Wtsley  227 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone Ceiinick  192 

Jesus,  Saviour,  Son  of  God  T Bicker steVCn  Col.    93 

Jesus  says  that  we  must  love  him 99 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  tlie  sun WutU  244 

Jesus,  Shepherd  of  th\'  sheep 14 

Jesus,  tender  Shei)herd,  hear  me Duncan  101 

Jesus,  the  name  high  over  all C.  Wesley  243 

Jesus,  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep 812 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King Wati^      9 

Jesus,  thou  true  and  living  Vine 1S7 

Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness J.  Wesley  1S3 

Jesus !  thy  love  shall  we  forgets 214 

Jesus,  united  by  thy  grace  .". C.  We-sl^y  221 

Jesns,  we  cast  ourselves  on  thee C.  Wef^lcy  309 

Jesus,  we  look  to  thee C.  Wesley    24 

Joyfully,  joyfully  onward  I  move W.  Uimier  205 

Joy  to  llie  world,  the  Lord  is  come Watta  280 

Just  as  the  kindly  rain 32 

King  Solomon  of  old. 129 

Let  children  bless  the  Saviour's  name 145 

Let  children  proclaim  their  Saviour C.Wesley  249 

Let  children  that  would  fear  the  Lord 137 

Let  children  to  their  God  draw  near 17 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend WdiU  168 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak Watts  160 

Let  the  Sabbath-day  be  blest 45 

Let  us  now,  with  hearts  united 171 

Life  is  an  ocean ;  ye.'irs  the  tide 63 

Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour Steele  287 

Light  of  the  world,  shine  on  our  souls.  .BickerRU'th  19 
Like  mist  on  the  mountain,  likoshii)S  on  the  sea. . .  114 
Little  children,  love  each  otlicr. 104 


INDEX.  325 

Little  diildren,  stop  and  think Mrs.  Jfasmell  121 

Little  FHin-drops  feed  tiie  rill Sigourney  245 

Little  sell odi mates,  can  you  tell 94 

Little  trav'levs,  Zion ward Edme^ton  288 

Lord,  ft  little  band  and  lowly 84 

Lord^  dismiss  us  -with  tiiy  blessing Burder  318 

Lord,  1  liave  dared  to  disobey Jane  Taylor    84 

Lord,  look  upon  a  little  cliild 90 

Lord,  mj'  spirit  Iiumbly  waits 83 

Lord,  no'  forbidding  voice  is  here 81 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  hear C.  Wesley  240 

Lord,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray T4 

Lord,  teach  me  how  to  pray. ." 159 

Lord,  thy  words  are  dearer  far 229 

Lord,  to  thee  our  songs  we  raise 278 

Lord,  we  address  tliy  heavenly  throne 2S 

Lord,  we  are  spared  again  to  meet 256 

Lord,  we  are  young — thy  help  we  need. .  .Rusling  148 

Lord,  we  thank  thee  thou  hast  spoken 246 

Lord,  wilt  thou  deign  to  speak T5 

Lord,  with  grateful  hearts  before  thee 8t 

Love  and  kindness  we  may  measure 184 

Lovely  is  the  dawn IDS 

Lover  of  a  little  child T8 

Lover  of  little  children,  thee C.  Wesley    76 

Loving  Jesus,  gentle  Lamb C.  We«ley  103 

Xfajestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned Stennett  16t 

Many  voices  seem  to  say IIT 

May  I  love  thee  and  adore  thee 168 

May  this  a  happy  new  year  be 280 

May  we,  who  teach  the  rising  race. 49 

Meet  and  right  it  is,  that  I 98 

Mighty  God,  while  angels  bless  thee Eohinson    98 

Mighty  One,  before  wjiose  face Bryant    6T 

Millions  there  are  on  heathen  ground 245 

Morn  amid  the  mountains 7T 

Mortals,  awake !  with  angels  join Medley  276 

Mourn  for  the  thousands  slain 275 

My  country!  'tis  of  thee 269 

My  drowsy  powers,  wiiy  sleep  ye  so Watts  209 

My  father,  my  mother,  I  know 9tf 

My  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou 196 

My  Saviour  and  my  Lord 89 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend WaiU  168 


826  INDEX. 

My  Saviour,  now  in  heaven  above 104 

My  son,  know  thou  the  Lord Ill 

My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place Watts    61 

My  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done Mrs.  CoTcper  219 

Night  wraps  the  land  where  Jesus  spoke. 242 

Kow  be  the  gospel  banner 286 

Now,  children,  to  God"s  house  repair  . . , §14 

Now  condescend.  Almighty  King. 16 

Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts. Jfasrm  202 

Now,  jn  the  season  of  thy  youth Gihlxms  112 

Now  is  done  the  time  of  teaching. 306 

Now  tliat  our  journey  "s  .just  beguEi 101 

Now  the  golden  beams  of  day 80 

Now  we  are  met  to  read  and  pray 15 

O  eome,  in  life's  gay  morning. Sacred  Minstrel  109 

O  come,  let  us  sing 269 

O  do  not  touch  the  madd'ning  bowl JSif/elmo  274 

Of  Him  who  did  salvation  bring C/Weslfi/  183 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God Cmcper  174 

O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink Batlmrst  156 

O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day Ilart  176 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God C.  WeJiley  210 

O  for  a  sweet,  a  holy  calm •    88 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing C.  Wesleij      7 

O  God  of  Zion,  hear 257 

OGod,  Protector  of  the  lowly 811 

O  happy  day  that  fix'd  my  choice DoddHdge  190 

O  happy  land !  O  happy  land ! 803 

O  how  "divine,  hoAv  sweet  the  joy. Keedham  178 

0  how  happy  are  they C,  Wesley  225 

O  Jesus,  delight  of  my  soul 139 

O  Lord,  forgive  a  sinful  child 179 

O  Lord,  on  this  our  Sunday  school 59 

O  Lord,  our  Shepherd,  deign  to  keep 102 

O  lovely  voices  of  the  sky."^ 282 

O  make  mc  a  very  good  child Mrs.  Morgan    78 

Once,  in  the  silence  of  the  ni*ht 112 

Once  more  a.sscmbled  on  thy  day 21 

Onee  more,  before  we  part 311 

Qnce  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day Watts  201 

Once  more  we'  come  before  our  God Hart    27 

8ne  God  I  must  worship  supreme 180 
ae  there  is,  above  all  others 166 


INDEX.  327 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand S.  Siennctt  296 

On  many  a  foreign  shore 236 

On  this  holy  Sabbatli  morning 22 

On  wliat  lias  now  been  sown S16 

0  sweet  it  is,  in  life's  young  spring 122 

O  take  the  maihrning  bowl  away 275 

O  tiiat  1  conltl  repent C.  W<^xl<^x/  172 

O  that  I,  like  Timothy C  Uy.^lei/  2M8. 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  prone C,  We-^Ui/  174 

O  that  the  Lord  Avould  teach  mv  tongue 15!> 

O  Thou,  to  whose  all-se.archins  sight J.  Wesleij  11)9 

O  Thou,  who  dost  j'oung  childreii"  love 101 

O  Thou,  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear Moore  li):J 

O  Thou,  who  from  the  infant's  tongue 52 

O  Tiiou,  wliose  all-sustaining  power 250 

O  Thou,  wliose  mercy  hears Siede  204 

O  Thou,  whose  name'  is  Love 144 

O  Tiiou,  who  when  upon  our  sphere Bigoloic    54 

O  'tis  a  fitlly  and  a  crime Jayi^  Taylor  121 

Our  evil  actions  spring. 105 

Our  Father,  bless  the  j'onthful  band 8 

Our  Father,  hallow'd  be  thy  name 92 

Our  Father  in  heaven ' Mrs.  llnle.  1;')4 

Our  Saviour  bids  the  children  come 105 

Our  schools  are  nurseries  below Montgomery  259 

Our  youth  is  like  the  opening  day J/>'.s'.  Loud  150 

O  what  a  lovely  sight. .    149 

O  when  the  tear  is  gushing G.  R.  Idc  154 

O  where  shall  rest  he  fiuitid Montgomery  1G4 

O  while  the  light  from  heaven 106 

O  "Wisdom !  whose  unfrulir.g  power Ilt-hfir    60 

O  write  upon  my  mem'ry,  Lord ^Vatcrsoit  310 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair WaUa  ISS 

Poor  and  needy  though  I  be 72 

Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow Ken  SIS 

Praise  the  Lord  who  rei.irns  in  heaven 55 

Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high 317 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  who  kincllj-  rules 31 S 

Prayer  is  appointed  to  convey Ilari  :'5S 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire Mor.Pjomery  156 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern Fawcett  153 

Uemember  thy  Creator 107 

Eemember  thy  Creator  now Ill 


328  INDEX. 

Ecst  from  thy  labors,  rest Sfontrioniflry  S95 

Ei'turri,  my  .soul,  enjoy  thy  rc-st H  Stenn-ett    48 

Kicli  is  the  sacreil  sons  tiiat  swells 250 

Kock  of  ayes,  cleft  for  ine TopUidy  180 

Safelv  thrdiish  another  week Keictiyn    20 

Salvation !  6'  the  jnyriil  sound WaWi  18T 

Saviour,  at  thy  fuotstoo!  bi-mling 11 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing Edirwaton  201 

Savio'.ir,  do  thou  appear T Rwnling    87 

Saviour,  teach  me.  day  hy  da}' 192 

Saviour,  wlille  my  heart"is  tender 183 

See.  Israels  srentle  Slieplierd  stands Doddrich/e  107 

See.  .Tesus,  tiiy  discii>les  see C.  Wf-sUn/    25 

See  that  iieathen  mother  stand Mrs.  Bioto'n  235 

See.  the  kind  Siiei)iierd.  Jiisus,  stands 120 

Sheph.-nl  of  thy  little  flock 71 

Sheiiiierdsof  tiie  fold  of  God SI 

SIkiw  pity,  Lord;  0  Lonl.  forpive Wdtts  118 

Since  .Je6us  loves  to  hear  his  praise 83 

Sinir  we  to  our  God  ahovo  C.  We-sley  318 

Sister,  thou  wast  mild  an<l  lovely S.  F.  Smith  293 

Soft  he  tile  gemly-br.-athing  notes 1S6 

Sofilv  fades  the  twiliirht  ray S.  F.  Smith.  315 

Softly  now  the  light'of  day Epi,s.  (Jol.  811 

Soon  JLS  my  infant  lips  can  speak 92 

Soon  will  set  the  Sahhath  sun 41 

Sovf  reign  of  worlds,  display  thy  power 242 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  see^l Montgovieyy  241 

Spared  to  comtiience  another  year 2S1 

Stay,  th(>u  insulted  Sfurit,  st.ay C.  Wedey  1S2 

Sweet  is  the  song  of  heaven 273 

Swt-et  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King W<dU    46 

Sweet  is  iha  woric,  0  Lord ><pirit  ofth-e  Pmhm    65 

Sweet  ^^ai)bath  school,  place  dear  to  me..Kennada!/    47 
Swift  the  moments  lly  away 119 

Take  my  heart,  O  F.ither.  take,  it 178 

Teacher  divine,  we  bow  the  knee 67 

Toaehor.  guide  of  young  beginners C.  WpHlf^y  129 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come Watta  176 

Tlie  Kihie— the  Bible !  more  i)recious  than  gold 223 

The  bird  that  soars  or.  highest  wing T 136 

The  chariot!  the  chariot!  it.s  wheels  roll. .  .J/i7??m;?  213 
The  counsels  of  redeeming  grace S.  Steniiett  ^A^ 


INDEX.  329 

The  daylight  fades T.  0.  Sumnt^rs    90 

T-lie  drunkard  \va5to,s  awav  liis  &trcn!:th... Jiigeloio  274 

The  f-uliiiic  lo:if— nn  embliMU  fit T 151 

Tiie  frcshly-hlooiniM;.'  IIdwits 261 

Tiie  glorious  light  is  diiwiiing 277 

The  gods  tiiat  guve  us  not  our  birth..  T.  0.  Summert  181 

The  hour  ha-s  come:  I  will  not  staj' 59 

The  light  of  Sahhath-evc Ecimeston    36 

The  Lord  attends  when  children  pray 158 

The  rnornin;:  bright T.  0.  Summers    SS 

The  morning  hours  of  cheerful  light 146 

The  inoniinii  sky  13  briirht  and  clear 102 

The  morn  of  life  how  fair  and  gay 230 

The  jiraying  sjiirit  breathe (\  Wedey  153 

The  ransoiiiM  sjiirit  to  her  home 1^  B.  Tuppan  208 

There  is  a  fountaiti  fill'd  willi  blood <  'oirper  184 

There  is  a  glorious  worlil  of  light, Jane  Tti'jlor    02 

There  is  a  happv  land SO 

There  is  a  laud  of  juire  doli-ht WatU  301 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest Tappan  804 

There  is  an  hour  when  I  riuist  die WatU  115 

There  is  a  path  th.it  leads  to  God Jane  Tuylov  118 

There  is  a  streau)  whose  gotiilo  (low Waits  283 

There  is  a  wav  that's  very  broad 119 

There  is  l)eyond  the  sky Watts  297 

There  "s  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  ray 163 

There  "s  not  a  tint  that  jiaints  the  rose". Tfeher  160 

The  rose-bud  yet  unblown  may  lie Edmedon  114 

The  Sabbath-dav,  how  sweet  to  me 36 

Tiie  Sai.bath  is  a  blessed  day 84 

The  SaJ)bath  is  the  dav  of  rest 37 

The  Saviour  love<l  of  heaven  to  talk 143 

The  Suiuiay  school !  the  Sunday  school 258 

The  sun  has  iroiie  to  rest Si(lournpy  100 

The  sun  that  Iight.s  the  world  shall  ^mXc.  .Edme-^ton  118 
The  voice  is  husiiM  -  the  gentle  \-oKk}..Mi:<i.Mao-weU  290 
The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  Escai)C  to  the  mountain  203 

Thoy  are  ble.st,  and  hh-st  forever 113 

They  tell  me  that  bevond  the  seas 108 

This  book  is  all  that's  left  me  now Morris  2-30 

This  <lay  bch.ngs  to  G-.d  alone Taylor    44 

This  is  a  precious  book  indeed 22S 

This  is  God"s  most  IkiIv  dav 37 

This  is  the  day.  the  happv  dav,  "When 89 

Thu  16  tlie  day,  the  haiipy  day,  >YUich 89 


830  INDEX. 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  linth  blest 45 

This  life  i.<  but  a  .siuiiiner's  day 120 

Tliis  morni!i<,',  Lord,  attend Rujiling    16 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show 220 

Those  children,  who  are  all  the  .day 79 

Thou  art  ijone  to  the  grave:  but  we  will Ifebfir  289 

Thou  art  our  Shepherd,  gracious  Go'l..,J!ontffotnenj    11 

Though  I  am  young,  I  have  a  soul 115 

Though  sinful,  weak,  and  erring 75 

Thou  "Giu'.rdian  of  our  youthful  days 142 

Thou  who  didst  with  love  and  blessing. Taylor  263 

Thrice  happv  is  the  vouth 125 

Thus  far  the' Lord  hath  led  me  on Walt'i  200 

Tliy  name,  Almighty  Lord,  we  praicc Frishee    14 

Time  once  gone  is  gone  forever 187 

*Tis  relision  that  can  cive Mrs.  Jlasit-rs  127 

To  Father.  Son.  and  Holy  Ghost Watts  318 

To  God,  who  reigns  above  the  sky 18 

To  Sabbath  school,  to  Sabbath  school S5 

To  thee,  0  blessed  Saviour 260 

Tracts  have  the  gift  of  tongues Monigomerij  239 

Up  to  thee,  Almighty  Father 267 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu C.  Wesley  22i 

Very  little  ones  are  we 94 

"Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night Bowring  244 

"We  are  but  young— yet  we  may  sing 130 

"We  bless  the  Lord,  our  God  anil  King 9 

"We  bring  no  glitfring  treasures Phillips    63 

"Weep,  little  children,  weep Montginnery  2SS 

"We  have  met  in  peace  together 264 

"Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest Wiitis    43 

"Welcome,  sweet  morn,  we  hail  with  joy 40 

"Welcome  to  our  festival Mrs.  Maa-icdl  266 

"Welcome,  welcome.  d.iy  of  rest Ilcusiinyja    41 

"VVe  lilt  to  heaven  our  tearfid  eyes..  .Mrs.  JIuxtctll  294 

We "11  not  forget  the  Sunday  school 50 

"We'll  not  give  up  the  Bible 229 

"We  meet  again  in  g!.idne?s 265 

"We  now  to^Christ,'^the  Saviour,  King 253 

"We  otTer,  Lord,  an  humble  prayer Jaiie  Taylor  2S-t 

We  seem  to  liear  a  voice  of  praise 24S 

What  are  those  soul-reviving  strains.  ..Pratt's  Col.    65 
What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  p.age Coioper  234 


INDEX.  331 

What  is  tliere,  Lord,  a  youth  can  do 175 

What  is*t  to  keep  Tlmnksgiving-day 276 

What  souls  are  tliose  thatVentiire  near 299 

What's  this  that  steals  upon  niv  frame 194 

What  though  I  "m  but  a  little  child 73 

What  though  we  now  are  weak  and  young. 123 

When  blooniincr  youth, is  snatcli'd  away Steele  291 

When  daily  I  kneel  down  to  pray 98 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear Watts  217 

When  I  h)ok  up  to  yonder  sky 83 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross Watta  197 

When  Jesus  left  his  Father's  throne.  .Montgomery    57 

When  Jesus  to  the  temple  came Kflly    29 

When  marshai'd  on  the  nightly  plain.  ./Z  K.  White  211 

When  Sabbath's  s.acred  morning  light 63 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again 283 

When  sickness,  pain,  and  death 286 

When  the  morning  light  drives  away  the  night. . .     70 

When  Thou  shalt  make  thy  jewels  up 310 

When  to  Thee,  M-ho  ha.«t  thy  dwelling 814 

When  we  together  weekly  meet 55 

Where  we  oft  have  met  in  ^?iAr\C9,?,. . Mrs.  Maxwell  292 

While  angels  praise  tliy  gracious  name 131 

While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun Nercton  23-2 

Wh'b  are  these  in  bright  array Montgorimry  293 

Who  shall  forbi<1  our  grateful  woe W.  Hunter  294 

Who  shall  the  Book  of  Judgment  write 165 

Why  shonld  we  spend  our  youthful  days 116 

With  glorious  clouds  encompass'd  voxmH.. C.Wesley  184 

With  grateful  delight  we  survey 271 

Within  these  walls  be  peace 12 

With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day Liite    30 

With  joy  we  hail  this  blessed  day Nnylor    35 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace Watts  193 

With  joy  we  meet, 270 

With  mercicf  crown'd,  the  rolling  years 255 

Words  aro  things  of  little  cost 136 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  \igor  warm.  ..Doddridge  J 13 

Yes,  dear  Sabbath  school.  Tlove  thee 53 

Young  children  once  to  Jesus  came 143 

Young  children  once  were  heard  to  sing 248 

Young  children  were  to  Jesus  brought 135 

rouDg  men  exhort,  tlio'  apostle  said 146 


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